Here's the lyric to a song I wrote forty (yes, forty) years ago, and came on in my files. Sort of overly poetic folk-punk stuff, I guess, but I would be willing to perform (or record) it still.
CONDEMNED MEN
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Live as you can, die as you must.
Men grow old, steel becomes rust,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Never sing another man's song
Nor follow him in right or wrong.
The struggles all go to the strong,
Never sing another man's song.
We are all condemned men,
Doomed to lose, doomed to win.
Some do good, some will sin,
We are all condemned men.
We are afloat upon strange tides,
Over dark seas our vessel rides.
Who can find the need to take sides?
We are afloat upon strange tides.
Life must ever pass away,
It matters not that we may pray.
None will count how much we pay,
Life must ever pass away.
Stephen Brooke ©1986
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