DESERTERS DESERT
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
See this gun against my head, it is loaded
See this body on the bed, slightly bloated
So long dreams of soldiers Red, among my thoughts have floated
and this love of mine has fled, I wonder who now has it
There remains only this weapon, loaded with lead
that can stop my fury, lest it spread
When they bury me will you say I recall he said:
“on a sunshine day without sorry, don’t worry we will wed”
No matter cause you left my heart so cold and desolate
Don’t worry, I don’t exaggerate, no, not a bit
There is sorrow after all my, yes, it’s just too late
was it your indifference or was it just my fate?
Seeing the sun once again it sinks into the sea
replay the past, see them, see you, see me
you laughingly stand and pull the strings, or is it ropes with nooses?
A stranger in my mirror sings, I wonder “just who the hell is this?”
Like the tragic ending of Romeo and Juliet
I see a definite bending in the road of two who blew it
And as I shout a warning over the gaping, empty chasm
In bitter cold of morning you go down with violent spasm
Caught in your youthful lust you forgot to keep an eye
On your lover, whom you trust, it was him who made you die
So I get cover from another and watch his deaththroes to
Betrayel of a brother isn’t what its worth to do