Bruce Cockburn
Shipwrecked at the Stable Door [*]
The man who twirled with rose in teethHas his tongue tied up in thornsHis once expanded sense of time andSpace all shot and tornSee him wander hat in handLook at me, I'm so forlornAsk anyone who can recallIt's horrible to be born!Big Circumstance comes loomingLike a darkly roaring trainRushes like a sucking woundAcross a winter plainRecognizing neither polished shineNor spot nor stainAnd wherever you are on the compass roseYou'll never be againLeft like a shadow on the stepWhere the body was beforeShipwrecked at the Stable Door Big Circumstance has brought me hereWish it would send me homeNever was clear where home isBut it's nothing you can ownLetras de cancionesIt can't be bought with cigarettesOr nylons or perfumeAnd all the highest bidder getsIs a voucher for a tombBlessed are the poor in spiritBlessed are the meekFor theirs shall be the kingdomThat the power mongers seekBlessed are the dead for loveAnd those who cry for peaceAnd those who love the gift of earthMay their gene pool increaseLeft like a shadow on the stepWhere the body was beforeShipwrecked at the Stable Door
From Letras Mania