Four Score and Seven Miles
Brandon Charity 2/4/97

Another day he spends alone

with only her voice over the telephone
Another hour spent lying on his bed

surrounded by walls so red
And he sits there and watches the sun set & rise

hoping she'll be there when he opens his eyes
The drag of the day is of timeless appeal

too young, old and all of it is always real
So he sits with his back to the red bleeding wall

four score and seven miles between it all.