Nicky McNeil - Late Again

It's late again and no surprise I can't sleep

I lay in bed and listen out the open window

the old willow tree is singing softly tonight

the branches sway, reciting of love and you

as much as I try to ignore, I can't help but hear them

they set off familiar electric tingles down my spine

currenting all the way up to my hungry lonesome mind

only to be devoured by the harshness of reality

and the cruel logic echoing in my brain

through the empty pain the music still flows sweetly

melting down the remains of my wounded soul

Nicky McNeil

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