A Cold July Poem by Robert Burgan

I sang so many songs in front of an audience of flaws
I broke so many skulls without laying a finger on their bones
I didn't apologize for breaking apart our family ties
I lay awake I'm out of time
Threw away my old disguise

Dearly beloved, homicide
It sure was a cold July
Dearly beloved, suicide
It sure was a cold July

There were no fireworks for me
No happiness just misery
Manufactured, it was easy
I killed off everything
I didn't apologize for tearing apart so many lives
I lay awake
Lord, please forgive! I still have a life to live
Another sleepless night in bed
I should have killed myself instead of leaving the ones I love for dead
No redemption, just intent
No reflection, just pretend
No redemption, just intent

Dearly beloved, now it's time
To relive that cold July
Dearly beloved, now it's time
To leave behind that cold July.