My heart is full of sorrow
As the sunset sinks below
The horizon bleeds on yellow
The sky will sleep till tomorrow
Heavy in grief and sorrow
walking the streets of narrow
wrinkled faces ready to burrow
turning to yesterday for a borrow
waiting for a brand new tomorrow
tears wheeled away by the barrow
hear thee a whiff of poisoned arrows
Stiff hairs rising row by row
finders of bone to the marrow
by eerie sounds of cursed crows
grim faces all sliced to the furrow
plowing the wounds with a harrow
burying all the unhatched sparrows
fear sprouting upward from the snow
Red cheeks turn pale to sallow
surfing waves go high and low
sailing away from the gallows
forever to be cursed a yellow
in self pity to cry and wallow
heartbeats arise to a billow
voices down to the hollow
Instinct triggers the onset aglow
with heavy head resting on a pillow
sinking into the feathered bed below
in dreamland with all the good fellows
inbred by the doves and the swallows
till senses turn calm to a mellow
worthy to wear a crown of hallow