Hang my light

Hang my light
© Pierre Bergounioux, Dec 2018

Home alone
On a dull Saturday afternoon Looking at the birds outside
back and forth to the feeder While I can’t seem to feed my soul

Our whereabouts to the station That talk on the platform Taking stock of our passion Even maybe a love of some form

If it’s true what they say
You are your own light
I’m not sure where to hang mine For you to cind me in my night

If it’s true what they say
You are your own light
How long will it shine?
For you to love me as you might

Where do you go when you’re bored When the stove is dying off
When love is not enough
To justify why you were born

The only heat I get
Lying down in a blue funk Is from the cigarette Getting my heart drunk

If it’s true what they say
You are your own light
I’m not sure where to hang mine For you to cind me in my night

If it’s true what they say
You are your own light
How long will it shine?
For you to love me as you might