Stand - Royce Wood Junior

If true love waits

It’s sordid afterwards

Stand openly

In all your weatheredness

Wait up till late

Soaring neverwards

Speak openly

In all your tethered words

And I knew it was a drinking day

It flew though, a day at the colonnade

Its lustre unleashed in song

Stand up and wait

A sort of neverness

Stand up and wait

Soaring neverwards

If truth kills hate

It’s sorta like love

Crack openly

In all your threadbareness

And I knew it was a drinking day

So tutored in knee-jerk malevolence

It’s a warm sun that’s choking on life

Stand up and wait

A sort of neverness

Stand up and wait

Soaring neverwards