Ruarri Joseph Blankets
My friends say
I’ve got to stay behind
Because they’ve seen this kind
Just like they all told me so
I’ll begin to piece it all in one
Just another song
Just another pipe dream for the child who hung his head.
It was not my fault
It was not my day
But it made me strong
It made me wait for love
And I found so much
And I’ve paid my debts
For the kindness I was shown to use, as my own.
All my tears and comforts led the way
In a final play
That had scenes and heroes making up for loss
An historic cost
Paper melted down
Made of blankets for the child who ran away.
It was not my fault
It was not my day
But it made me strong
It made me wait for love
And I found so much
And I’ve paid my debts
For kindness I was shown to use, as my own.
Except the same depressing few
Make and break your every rule
But if the laughter is all night
At least it’s helping me to write
When everything is overboard
The perfect crew you can’t afford
There is no truth you doubt unjust
And in the music I could trust.
It was not my fault
It was not my day
O, but it made me strong
It made me wait for love
And I found so much
And I’ve paid my debts
For the kindness I was shown to use, as my own.
