The chilling chords reverberate
around this cathedral space
There are never any words
yet always you deny my place
my expression of love and peace
and truth –
to accuse me of the traits you exude in floods
Yes I was foolish in my youth
and you saw that as weakness
Now there’s no place that I call home
though a nameless land remains
through which I roam
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Ciscography 
I was thinking you where talking about me,very well written-expressed
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I thank you
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