31 October 2012
A life gone by, A life gone past, And I'm sick of asking why, it went so fast
A love that failed, followed by divorce, the bleak future it hailed, Brought on by uncanny force
Down in the gutter, Confidence in the drink, Voice barely a stutter, Not even able to think
To grim grey lives, We do surrender As one who survives, I can still remember:
Casting hope aside, My dreams asunder, ready to play, my final number
Final Number • Opuss № I