Have a Song For Me

Have a song for me after I’ve left

over hills of silent regret.

Pay the singer in cheers for his lonely years in hopes of fulfilling that debt.

Raise a toast to my empty chair

at the table of snickering cynics

with mouthfuls of dirt in every word

that sneaks from their worn out lips.

Play the game for me one last time

with your whispers of lies and jeers.

You’ll win your prize of defeated sighs

in longing for another’s best years.

And hang my banner from your castle walls with your trumpets ringing my anthem.

They’ll come crashing down, and your golden crown shall, in crushing defeat, break with them.

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