

can
I
return
say sorry
I didn't mean it
can't I go back to old young days
before wars before money before I understood
bad places where the sun don't shine
before deals became
soul stealers
before
boats
burned
I
made
my choice
soldier dreams
tea for two with scones
country cottage climbing roses
I'll try to find true love or enough love or some love
us two in our second-best bed
but devils are real
they laugh last
then take
it
all

