by Kevin Sinclair
Songs were sung out of key
Blues held sway - we couldn't be free
Locked into the mood of the moment
Was a pity that we hadn't chosen it
Somewhere in this darkness
There will be a light
We have to hold on now
Just hold on so tight.
Through the spray of the sea
Wind in the face - who can we be
Time stands still for no one now
All we can do is ask "how?"
Somewhere in all this gloom
There will be a light
We have to hold on now
Just hold on so tight.
This poem is from a collection of poetry by Kevin Sinclair. For a listing of other poems by Kevin published on this site, click here.
Copyright ©1998 KG Sinclair. All rights reserved. May not be copied without
the written permission of the copyright owner.
Last revised: September 01, 2006.