No, I'm not doing well at all
Reached for the sky on wings of freedom
But took a fall
Never thought it would all go wrong
But when a weatherchange called my name
It stopped the song
Yes, I was flying for the top
But the trains came to a dead stop
And the 34 Club fell down
It'll never come back around
They're not singing when they're women any more
Now my angel's lost her wings
All my friends and supporters have moved on
To other things
I can't win and it's not right
Just another dead hope washed away
On a lonely night
It's over for the Grand Tour
For the vision I was living for
Sweet city of my dreams fell down
And she's never coming back to town
They're not singing when they're women any more
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Author:
J D Cully (
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- Published: May 9th, 2018 13:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Written 2000
- Category: Sad
- Views: 8
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