Ripened in the field of melancholy
I wiped a tear
Frightened by the fear of yet another Monday morning
I wiped a tear
Enlightened by the sprigs of mistletoe, and holly
I wiped a tear
Heightened, as if near to the deepness that is dawning
Power lines suspended
Between the marching pylons
All my life upended
By the feel of your fear
Grey skies open-ended
Above the motorway escarpments
Passions that descended
Into the flawed life department
I wiped a tear
Forlorn as the raindrops on your brolly
I wiped a tear
Born again, with a smile; o gosh, o golly
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