paroles de chanson Poets Turmoil No. 364 - Anne Clark
Keep
me
back
in
the
real
world
From
which
we
try
to
run
Music
and
words
don't
mean
anything
Through
the
barrel
of
a
gun
A
poem
cannot
heal
a
wound
Books
won't
help
you
find
That
something
which
you're
searching
for
But
just
add
questions
to
the
mind
Tell
me
now
in
black
and
white
What
you're
supposed
to
do
When
fists
and
knives
and
boots
and
sticks
Come
raining
down
on
you
A
painted
picture
on
a
wall
Can't
justify
a
life
When
the
weak
and
poor
cannot
escape
Their
ugliness
and
strife
The
actor
is
a
bridge
of
words
Leading
us
to
nowhere
Dressed
in
costumes
to
disguise
The
reality
of
despair
The
poets
turmoil
strikes
again
As
once
more
words
they
fail
me
Another
bomb
has
just
supplied
The
cross
on
which
to
nail
me
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