Treasure Island

Virgil Howard


Losing


A king thats lost his kingdom,
A lord thats lost his land,
His men who lost their freedom,
Wiped the grime from his wicked hand.

This king who's lost his kingdom,
This lord who's lost his land,
Not the wives who stood beside them,
Can no one understand?

A lover that's lost her only,
An ocean that's gone dry,
Will always end up lonely,
Though what's lost is in the sky.

This lover that's lost her only,
This ocean that's gone dry,
With sadness their souls did agree,
And they won't find it hard to cry.

A moon that's lost her sun,
Is alone in the sky.

Submitted: Sunday, October 18, 2009
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