Is It Me You Loving-Dennis Brown

The night an overture that frightens my sentience Blurred visions of the past taken the midnight train Gas escaping from tubes hands straining to obscurity No station we would stop by straight on to Nemesis The fire cauterizing creating a sun into those very nights Pictures remaining to visit the burden weighting so heavy Birds witness the smell of the burning ones coming their way I pray and pray but this midnight train is here to stay Thousands have pledged for mercy at my knees in despair A gunshot through their head I really couldn't care The collection of tears would dowsing the candle forever Mindless I stare at dusk another train to arrive soon Half a century later surrounded by grieving voices in pain The barrel pointed to my head would be my last train..