SAMSON'S LOCKS

Moths die in the naked flame
Melting barbie dolls in dying splendour
Hearts shaped like an axe to grind
Sallow faces grey with failed endeavour
Is it now or never?

If hope is to reborn
I have to lift my eyes to see the dawn
It’s not easy to perceive
But I just won’t believe
That Samson’s locks are shown

Fingers worked down to the bone
Game of cliché that’s played on and on
Candle flickers fades and dies
Last light ebbs from cold and sultry skies
And I realise that...

If hope is to reborn
I have to lift my eyes to see the dawn
It’s not easy to perceive
But I just won’t believe
That Samson’s locks are shown


2005
Music: R. Galjaard/P. Mills
Words: P. Mills