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Poverty stalks my dreams in the night. As he walks on the beach, ‘tween tides of time. He shelters in shadows, away from the light and thou I can’t see him, he follows my line and nothing I do will make him take flight.
But as he circles, sheltered in shadeI wander along to his old Devil song And hear him and fear him and feel so afraid. For I wonder to whom my soul will belong. As he lurches along the trail I have made.
Dragging Demons for me out the sack on his back. While I just need to sleep in dark dunes of sand but he waits ‘til I stagger to start his attack. Then seizes me tight in the grip of his hand. As the seams of my dreams all fade into black
So we wander along, shackled together. To shuffle the shore, at a slovenly pace with Conscience in tow, whatever the weather. For she’s in no hurry to finish the race with a hold of my soul, her song is forever.
But stumbling on stones thrown up by the sea. My nemesis Death is heading this way. He digs up old wounds to hurl them at me. As stalking beneath a sky of slate-grey. He callously hurls them with vigour and glee.
Now I spot his companions Illness and Fear who are lurking close by, waiting to show their slow recognition, as we grow near But now I do fear, they will deal me a blowSo I fight against Fate, to escape and get clear .
But they come within reach, so we sit on the beach. In a hollow called Hope, where we celebrate Hate. A faithful old friend, who seems to be late but the party has started, and will go on ’til dawn when they all will decide, just to whom I belong.
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