Private Madness in a Time of Public Lunacy
We all have our private madness I’m no exception to the rule I know those waves of inner torment So all-consuming and so cruel I have seen the world fading All its fullness drained of hue And the long wait for its returning Never knowing when it’s due If there was a god to pray to If I had a soul to heal You would see me every evening Go down to the church and kneel ©2017 by Chris Floyd