Roy Hackers
Picture
The weary traveller
Walks on the road
He's feeling tired
He's Concentration lost
He knows only memories
And keeps a picture
Of his previous life
Always ready to
Move on and accept
The changes to come
And when they do
He sees a different life
And knows the picture
Will always remind him
On the road
Comes turbulent times
A feeling of fear
Nowhere to hide
He knows he could die
But holds his picture
That reminds him of home
So where to now
If the tide should turn
What is left to offer?
And is there anything to learn
If freedom is the way
To hold a picture
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