AMEN

Falling from one day into the next
They slowly drag and the nights ache
But I'm used to feeling the cold.
With no direction required
And hopes of salvation long gone
I shall walk calmly through the fire
And simply carry on
I refuse to lose the gypsy within
Old and damned and damned if I care
I shall continue to sin and to grin
With new roads to travel to nowhere
Amen

                     By Phil Roberts