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Come all ye faithful

To jeer my despair

Weep for my solace

Bow to thine heir

Albeit in a chapel

Where wild horses fly

What an end to the living

This hour, my goodbye

The week the Irish census was released

I pored over century old records

Finding families ages, addresses and professions

Oh how life must’ve been back then

A decade free from oppression

I read about Tooles, Smiths, Nolan’s and Thorn

Labourers, painters, housewife’s

A decade free, since they seen

That terrible beauty born

The week the Irish census was released

I pored over century old records

Finding families ages, addresses and professions

Oh how life must’ve been back then

A decade free from oppression

I read about Tooles, Smiths, Nolan’s and Thorn

Labourers, painters, housewife’s

A decade free, since they seen

That terrible beauty born

Chasing the pink cloud

An invisible goal to obtain

A guise to mark the end of addiction

White pestilence

Has curried in my brain

Its end this promised marker

An opaque finish line

To prevent my mind going darker

In my recovery I’ll go on and on

And on

This monkey on my back

Is with me til we’re both gone

I moved away from family and home

Not the first not the last

Like generations before me

Across the sea to be cast

Still memories come and go

Of what once was before

Washed away like a stone

On an Irish shore

A new man I am and although it is strange

Who am I and what am I

But the constant in the change

I moved away from family and home

Not the first not the last

Like generations before me

Across the sea to be cast

Still memories come and go

Of what once was before

Washed away like a stone

On an Irish shore

A new man I am and although it is strange

Who am I and what am I

But the constant in the change