Beyond the Pale

I live Beyond the Pale
with lots of men
in ripe long beards
And every day
we sing and dance
and sip at our own tears.

Beyond the Pale
we live and die
and scream of our own fears
of living sad
and dying young
with no one caring near.

We sing out loud
Beyond the Pale
Beyond the Pale
Beyond

So never will
we ever be
ever sad amidst our cheer
And yonder smoke
from well lit homes
will never cause us tears

For ours is ours
and without ours
we still have ours right here

Beyond the Pale
Beyond the Pale
Beyond the Pale

Beyond.


~contributer