“FIDELITY” 5 feb 04

The skin is old
This hair is grey
And soon it won’t matter
Anyway
I’m running out
Of things to say
If I had anything to add
In the first place

My body stretches
And then it yawns
Opened like a crevice
In the light of dawn
And I’m wondering if
There’s milk in the fridge

I did things that
I knew were wrong
If morals were my beacon
If love was my song
Then I knew by my compass
I was lost
So in my prayers
I pray for A God.

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