Philliewig

Father, how our circumstances have changed. Remind me, as I'm honestly insincere; We weigh words in troy ounces, Waiting in the drone hours. Waiting within the drone hour. Father, how our circumstances have changed, Playing at sheep among the wolves. We toast to these bigger and better things Drinks clinked at the grown-up table, Weighing these words in troy ounces. Here we are Breathing sighs of relief in the drone hour While bombs fall overhead, weighed down in troy ounces at the table we share. We weigh words down with troy ounces, daring to live where ghouls dare not tread, Calling it paradise Under naked trees.