S.F. Sorrow

Old man going Old man going Hopscotch of life will lead you to the grave Wet faces lyin' in the street, they will not be saved Black house you've built it will soon disappear Another corporation dig this year Old man going Old man going Old man going

As evening shadows chase the sun The night is here my day is done. Through dark forests of my mind A light is shone - it's you i find. I see you. On a dark and windswept street The faces i see of the people i meet. With their eyes they build a shrine

For ten weeks now, number three stood empty Nobody thought there would be Family laughter behind the windows Or a Christmas tree Then a couple from up north Sorrow and his wife arrived Before the sun had left the streets They were living inside Then

Love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love These are a few of the things I find joy Bracelets of fingers since I was a boy Fly to the moon and I'll get there quite soon If I wai

As your loved ones they place Heavy stones on your face Your sonnets of life They are filling the case High windows inside me Look down on your face Changing white fingers For men in the sand Burning bright spears That you hold in your hand Grey chil

She's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn. She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn. She says good morning, I smile and say the same. She's stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain. As I turn to wave to her I w

You might be the loneliest person in the world You'd never be as lonely as me Yes you might be the loneliest person in the world You'll never be as lonely as me. All the sky it seems dark As i'm walking through a park But the face it is too bright to