Someone's life drifts away,
as another sits
watching the day
fade into night.
The best man eyes the bridesmaid.
A mother cries.
Lost lives float
into those dead skies.
Life flows on stained tides.
Tales of twilight
told by campfire light.
Someone smiles
as they take the hand of their love.
Whoops and cheers
as the bouquet flies through the air,
into the bridesmaid’s happy hands
with a smile and a blush.
The best man rushes out of there.
A shouting match starts in the back seats,
but no one is sat in the umpire’s chair.
Life flows on champagne tides.
Johnny holds a royal flush,
but an extra card up his sleeve.
With these guys the stakes are high,
double cross them
and you pay with your life.
Across town a man drinks
to forget the past.
Tortured memories stacking up too fast.
They rush. He wishes for life
but doesn't know which way to push.
So, he drinks, all the courage of the Dutch.
Life flows on swaying tides.
Lost love invades
the saddened eyes
of the old man,
he sits, silently sighs,
beside the graveside,
the love of his life.
Elsewhere a spade digs
into the dirt.
A young life
lost on a kerbside,
a tragic end to a fun night.
Life flows
on strange tides.
Gloomy tears show
at the station
as lingering goodbyes
are bestowed.
On the dark side of town
another life is lost
as the undercurrent pulls them down.
A new life opens her eyes
screaming her first
surprised cries.
Life flows on strained tides.
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