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Hope fled like a bird out an open window, free at last to soar and glide
Last I saw he was a mile high not looking back or to either side

Got robbed at gunpoint by an angel, I was relieved of purse and pride
(Nothing lost that I hadn't learned to use to dim my eyes and cloud my mind)

Maybe hope's like a whore that keeps a failed arrangement barely breathing,
Giving what is missing but still needed
A kind of twisted love
A kind of broken faith
A kind of tortured limbo that is ugly but still living
Still worth trying to save.

And I am not strong and I am not right
And being wrong sucks the light out of my sun and my life
And all I've done is shown in sharp relief as incomplete and compromised

Maybe hope's like a vulture perched on a corpse
Feeding on the end of something
Striking a bargain with the dead
A kind of broken faith
A kind of tortured limbo that is ugly but still living
Still worth trying to save.

Maybe hope's like a train bearing sad tidings from a battle
Lost all of these years except in dreams
A kind of sweet relief
A kind of closing doors
A kind of painful freedom for and from a ghost that's haunting
And now can finally leave

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from Boy Scout (Part 3 of "The Drug Years"), released June 27, 2021

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Paul Roessler is a musician, composer and producer who lives in Los Angeles

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