Three Times Death
Tom Viall

The sun rises, I'm in my bed.
The sun does down; I raise my head.
Everyone else is asleep;
so I don't make a peep.

I am myself and I sing The song,
no one hears; and I say they're wrong
but only because I choose
at sunrise to snooze.

I burn with anger that they don't see,
but I don't see that it's me.
I've lose all power on my own.
I've become out of tone.

I've done my own thing,
I've done my own thing,
I've done my own thing.

The rooster calls,
it's time to sleep.
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