Re-In-Living

It was cold, not feeling the cold eyes

Were where they belong

Huddled together feel the warmth

Thoughts were where they belong

I walk down the road, leap a ditch

And mount a hill despite the wind

And he bowed on the point of going

How loyal had they been

Make up matters by a grand funeral

How loyal had they been

I could say that to anyone else

There was no such guilt

Do I have to say it to you I refuse

To set foot

Tired out by play and performance

Heroic but unsung

Final attempt gaining guidance

Heroic but unsung

I see what is right and I do so approve

But I'd rather be lost and feel the groove