Paul Warren Poems

These days they weigh me down
In what I've seen and heard around
We lose those precious things
And are left with what heartache brings
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A radio on in the workshop shed
Playing 60's songs on the hit parade led
The smell of wood glue and sawing wood
Building woodwork so easy as he could
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It always comes back on me
No matter what I do say or see
I have no rest in the end
And I can't see a way I can defend
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Let the white doves fly on high
A single gerber placed in a long goodbye
Twenty years since the bomb exploded
Years rush by in anonymity noted
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Miles and miles of misery
I've been to the Badlands as far as you can see
For there is no hope only restlessness
An area where they do what they don't confess
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The swinging doors were apart
The doctors had attempted their art
But that was done and had failed
Nothing more all effort now curtailed
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Do you hear what was done
Those years ago under the Australian sun
We came to what we were told
Was an empty land for the bold
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A Hero's Story
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We hold these truths
To be beyond doubt
As they are sacred
To each one of us
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Did it wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to see if you still cared
To think it through when it didn't seem right
And spin it around in your head
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