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