Kris Whelan (1971)

Rookie (Dublin, Ireland)

The Land Of No Return - Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

If we ever leave this place it’ll never be too soon, something deep is broken and laying there in ruin
Somebody knocked me from my horse and now it’s out of reach, the last time I was in your arms you taught me how to teach
I got a call from ‘cross the sea but the message was in code, and now it’s lost forever just like that horse I rode
But you taught me how to teach and that quality is rare, don’t ever break the spell, but I can see a little tear

For all the bridges that I’ve burned
The chances that I’ve spurned
Can’t say I wasn’t warned
About the land of no return

If I ever leave this place behind I know it’s where you’ll stay, I have to turn my back and walk but for you I’ll always crave
It’s a lesson for the loser but not the lesson that I’ve learned, I never was the chosen one in the land of no return
I would have waltzed with death I’m sure you understand; like tide and tide combined everything was planned
But you knew the gun was loaded and the bullets how they burned, but that's the lesson learned in the land of no return

For all the bridges that I’ve burned
The chances that I’ve spurned
Can’t say I wasn’t warned
About the land of no return

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, June 13, 2011


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