Alun Jones Biography

I reluctantly wake up to another bleary, dreary day
To see the marks from those broken shards of glass
The anxiety, stress and anger, those desperate cries for help
Wrists throbbing, trails of blood, but still on this mortal earth
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I have a dream, a dream I so long for,
A vision of a place with a new way of thinking
A way forward towards an ideal Utopian Socialist society
Political and social reforms of our outdated state
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If you're lost for somewhere to go
When you're walking around llanon
There's a pub up a hill I know
That's simply named the White Swan
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Awakening from my deep slumber
New emotions inside emerging, swirling
Finally able to let down my guard
Like metal gates coming down in anticipation
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The wind whistles past the lone figure as he walks down the street
With nothing to do and with nothing to say
What is his story he has such sadness in his eyes
Shuffling along with a glum face but on such a sunny day
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