Wax and Wane
I heard my name
you called my name
it sounds the same
A wing of words
that flee from pain
they sound the same
The grass is green below my head
the angels sing overhead
I see the clock
I lie in bed
I play the game
I watch T.V. every night
it's just the same
I call the colour cream or white
it seems the same
I see the face upon the screen
it laughs at me, a friend of fiendĀ
it laughs at me, a sunken queen
a fist or fling for fame
She is the same
She plays the game
She knows my name
She is the same
She is the same
She is the same
But to life, she never came...
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