Back again

Back Again

I’m back again.
Walking down that muddy lane again,
Staring out on bloody rain again,
a feeling that I can’t explain.
And I’m back again.

Black again.
Dark clouds crowding up the skies again,
Bare trees bowing down with sighs again,
Ravens croak the old refrain.
And I’m back again.

It’s funny how you feel the World is going to end,
You feel the sun is never going to rise again.
And even though you know, you know it isn’t so,
You’ve no control and the Black just seems to grow.

And you’re back again,
The endless trudge of day to day again,
The friendless sludge of turgid grey again,
An unarticulated pain.
And it’s back again.

And once again you feel the World is going to end,
You feel the sun is never going to rise again.
And even though you know, you know it isn’t so,
You’ve no control and the Black just seems to grow.

And you’re back again.
Walking down that muddy lane again,
Staring out on bloody rain again,
a feeling that you can’t explain.
And you’re back again.
You’re back again.

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