Black Lung

Black Lung

Feels like I’m dying.

No time for crying.

Hardly breathing whilst facing the end.

Time was flying.

I was eyeing a future so long.

One without these little bends.

Saw like an arrow,

Flying from my bow.

The future looked settled.

Oh how little do we know.

Just reached max level,

Now the game becomes interesting.

Never been one for investing,

My hope in love, life, money or trust.

Songs begin to take on new meaning.

Understanding why my neighbour was stood there wishing.

There is no time to just give up.

But there is no cure.

The bank is a bust.

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