Summer's End

I once saw silver linings

now I only see clouds

Where once I had a thousand friends

now got a crowd

I used to say that everything

will work out in the end

but to the beaten and heartbroken ones

you just can't pretend

Where once I had an open heart

now I close it like a fort

With great stone walls and archers poised

and a guard at every door

And if a stranger should come knocking

on a cold and lampless night

with a cloak and dagger close at hand

I'll be safe inside.

Here's three cheers for the beaten

Three cheers for the broke

Here's three cheers for the wind-blown ones

at the bottom of that rope

Here's three cheers for those

cannot say the glass is half full

Here's three cheers if you can't count sheep

and you end up counting wolves

The birds are singin' in the trees

but little do they know

the very limbs they stand upon

will be buried in the snow

And the wavin trees and buzzin bees

and flowers pink and red

will all turn grey and all fall down

when summer ends

All that's good and right I've seen

you could balance on a knife

You may call it cynical

but I just call it life

And those few with golden souls

will be trampled in the ground

under the boots of those marchin fools

who always run this town

Here's three cheers for the beaten

Three cheers for the broke

Here's three cheers for the wind blown ones

at the bottom of that rope

Here's three cheers for those

cannot say the glass is half full

Here's three cheers if you can't count sheep

and you end up counting wolves

Is there nobody out there to lift

the curse upon this place

for sake of all us rats down here

circling a maze?

If a message in a bottle

then I'd send it off in haste

in a rocket at the speed of sound bound

for outer space!