Steven Cooney


Hang Not Your Head

Smile now, hang not your head;
I am not gone, though I am dead.
When powerful emotion brings you to your knees;
When your hair is tussled by most gentle breeze;
If your heart is torn by mournful song;
If the place you are is not the place you belong;
In places of despair, where hope is enveloped by the sea,
These are places you'll find me.

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