Poets Turmoil Number 364 Lyrics - Singles - Clark Anne

Keep me back in the real world 

From which we try to run 

Music and words don't mean anything 

Through the barrel of a gun 

A poem cannot heal a wound 

Books won't help you find 

That something which you're searching for 

But just add questions to the mind 

Tell me now in black and white 

What you're supposed to do 

When fists and knives and sticks and boots 

Come raining down on you 

A painted picture on a wall 

Can't justify a life 

When the weak and poor cannot escape 

Their uglinessand strife 

The actor in a bridge of words 

Leading us to nowhere 

Dressed in costumes to disguise 

The reality of despair 

The poets turmoil strikes again 

As once more words they fail me 

Another bomb has just supplied 

The cross on which to nail me .