© Christopher Raine


Drowning in the Hall


I’d like to thank you all for coming
Maybe once or maybe twice
If you didn’t get my meaning
I took my chance, I rolled the dice

And maybe it means nothing,
When you’re doing what you love
I’ve stood before the tallest giants
They still shade me from above

I’m willing, but I’m weakened
I’m afraid to say it all out loud
I'm  gasping and I'm drowning
In the melting faces of the crowd

Their colours bleed all over me
I fear I can’t be heard at all
I’m painted with the brush strokes
Of every voice here, in the hall

Anonymous or familiar
It makes no difference here
The souls of the lost and found
Where all the voices disappear