Angular man with guitar
No longer gazes at the stars.
Fingers pluck with eyelids closed
Muscles tense—
No chance for repose.
White hair like a mountaintop
Channeling chords of hope
Angular man counters and cries
For legs lost in Normandy.
Angular man with guitar
No longer gazes at the stars.
Fingers pluck with eyelids closed
Muscles tense—
No chance for repose.
White hair like a mountaintop
Channeling chords of hope
Angular man counters and cries
For legs lost in Normandy.