Re-in-living

It was cold, not feeling the cold eyes

were where they belong

Huddled together feel the warmth

Thoughts were where they belong.

I walk down the road, leap a ditch

And mount a hill despite the wind.

And he bowed on the point of going

How loyal had they been

Make up matters by a grand funeral

How loyal had they been.

I could say that to anyone else,

there was no such guilt.

Do I have to say it to you I refuse

to set foot.

Tired out by play and performance

Heroic but unsung.

Final attempt gaining guidance

Heroic but unsung.

I see what is right and I do so approve

But I'd rather be lost and feel the groove.