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David Drouillard

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I am a loner, a dreamer by trade
And I can't remember a dollar I made
A hole in my shoes, a hole in my jeans
A hole in my head where my sense should be
A poet, a prophet, a saint I once knew
They're dead now and I still have nothing to do
So I am writing the words in the wee, early morn
Out of love, out of scorn

A weaver of colours, a woman of life
Took spray from the ocean and made me a wife
But tide soon ran out for us all the shore
The woodlands seem safer for sure
The birds all have flown to the south now it seems
And winter is covering the spaces of dreams
Close the door, build the walls, let the curtains hang down
And bring the circle around

A young lad is wondering and kicking the stones
In search of his shadow, his life to unfold
With innocence flowing like rivers of wine
He follows his angel divine
And what will become of this idyllic peace
Through love lost and anguish the nightmares increase
Tell a tale of the earth and of devils who reign
And victims of sorrow of pain

Come writers of wisdom, come painters of charm
Your days that are numbered must surely be harm
The fantasies offered I laugh at with glee
And witness your downfall for free
And where are the values we held long ago
They're down at the bar where I feel I must go
Fair you well, you'd do well to look to yourselves
Instead of the idols you sell

What angels of mercy, what choirs above
Can bring from the heavens a fountain of love
The castaway sinners, the madness released
Will enter the portals un-ceased
The reckless of youth and the wretched of all
Can no longer stand to the battle so cold
Turn your coat, bow your head and fall to your knees
And bare your soul to the freeze

The thunder clouds roll and the earth is to quake
A life is to give and a life is to take
The mountains are high and the oceans are deep
And dangers surround my sleep
Now where is the traveler to come be my guide
Without his assistance I surely must hide
All the doubts and the fears of having to roam
This far away from my home

And I met an old man who looked just like me
All wizened and ruined and drunk as can be
He opened his book and he wrote out his life
The pages were covered with strife
And yet still a twinkle escaped from his eye
A light in the forest, a star in the sky
He could show me the way, but I was denied
The reason to teach me why

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