The Pain That's Yet To Come

You do a great job as a muse

I'm all lost and confused

unsure of what to do

clawing for clues

And I will send my soul out to you

over mountains and through woods

I'd crawl to you

just to catch a glimpse of you

And should you hear a creaking from the floor

see a movement of the door

you know the score

I'm closer than you thought

And if you think I'm howling at the moon

know I'm howling for you

It's all that I can do

just to spit and scream for you

Matt Elliott

The Failing Song

As youths we used to talk at night

Of joys that life was going to bring our way

& The failures of our forebears

Were as clear to us as the cold light of day

But now these days are dead & gone

& The future that we had is now the past

& It's cobwebs that we cling to

Our aspirations turned to ashes in our hands

Matt Elliott