Bert Jerred - Ghosts

Wisdom of the heart has found a way
In leather sleeves, precision plastic, barebones cash
A thousand reasons screaming take another day
But the sky is black
In the shining of an overstimulated eye
And to the favorite beating sound of some old song
Eyes in contemplation of this darkened road
She's riding on
Would the world remember her intentions
And where were you when I required you most
On a separation high and drunken-dreaming in the sun
Where lovers are ghosts
And I know there's more to say
I never liked this city anyway

Written by:
Charles Jerred

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