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Second With No Dream
It’s a bloody black morning
On a Friday night
He slipped
On his way to the fight
Wrong road
That second brother don’t sleep
And it smelled like rain
When the river went dry
There was no hope
In a cloudless sky
Long odds
For his Father to keep
I sat in the room
Stared out the door
Tagged and bagged
And wired to the floor
And he was first
To cross the stream
Third one
That made it seem
Like he was
Second with no dream
Well the flowers bloomed
While the mother’s wailed
Hitch hikin’
On that glory trail
No rides
To get him into town
But the lights looked
So damn bright and cold
Siren call
For the dull and the bold
Long way
From his Father’s crown
I sat in the room
Stared up at the sky
Torn and worn
With really nothing else to try
And he was first
To cross the stream
The third one
That made it seem
Like he was second
With no dream
In the final chapter
Of the second verse
In the middle stanza
Of the brother’s curse
He whispered
I’m not gonna go
So in the final reading
Of the third one’s will
The mother shook
She’d had her fill
Long time
Before the Father’d show
And he was first
To cross the stream
The third one
That made it seem
Like he was second
With no dream
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