Please don’t blow that horn
Someone may be sleeping
A bitter dream of scorn
Someone there still weeping
This anguish you may break
Consequence unintended
Bitter and sad to forsake
Unfulfilled now it’s ended
The dreamer is left wanting
only to vent their spleen
Instead a shadow haunting
for wants so cruel and mean
The poison has slipped the noose
No longer theirs to drink
No more to suffer the abuse
Now left too much to think
