Tag: P.F. Sloan
I FOUGHT A WAR FOR YOU
The trumpets that break the dawn
A fanfare to the dying and unborn
Passion replaced by duty
Love replaced by fear
And the ticking of the clock
Says “Young...
THIS PRISON HAS NO BARS
From the mansions of sadness
To the bums on the street
From the highways of loneliness
To the halls of defeat
I’ve watched your ascendance
The road I never...