Poetry

Friday, 12 June 2026

Hare on a broken spring

 C There's a man on the Am hill

G Getting away from it C all

C Trying to connect to some Am place and time before the G fall

F Looking to the horizon for C some hope

C Waiting for the C sun to be G rising F

Am For the moon F to let down Am  a ladder F rope

 Am To get outta F here, out Am of this F town

And C he's looking in a mirror G as the night comes C down Fmaj7 Csus4 C


A mirror of who he is,

Doesn't like what he sees

At last the tides slip away from the shore

And I've got to sail on that ship

I know there's nothing left to lose

I'm just like that man on the hill

Waiting for his fill

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