J.R.V.A.

I sang a song of sad repose
whilst sitting on a stile
I clamoured for an audience
then mummered for a while
I wanted to tell my tall tales
to all that lent an ear
But all that wanted to hear me
were drowning in their beer
I closed my mouth and kept it in
while all the while enraged
the acts put forth from my hatred
put me inside a cage
I walked around till I was tired
a circle in the paint
I told of how I was done wrong
Of how I was a saint
I prayed to god for patience love
and constant understanding
Bubba walked in and said to me
we're sharing this here landing
I guess next time I'll have to say
I'll watch what I ask for
And look upon the mirror first
before I close the door

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart