The Lost Lot

the lost lot
on a wood n’ straw cot
never a night bright like this
Love lovin’ a lot
and the shine overtakes me
always invites me
she never makes me
and the Love from above
dropped in like a dove (drug)
never again alone/along with no friend
afraid of the night
and the ancient pyre light
pulled me close
held me tight
on the greatest tonight
it’s here that legends are made
standing stones
and a long-dead brigade
failing to save
the land of the free
and the home of the brave
but the time has come
to defend to the end
the Love of best friends…