I come from Poortoun where the river leven runs The mills are gone now The reservoirs glint in the sun And I left Poortoun to live in
sorrow on the run
My younger brother died from taking heroine My
mother takes pills to help her with the grieving in empty churches and in the valley in the rain
Now people see me having trouble
with the drink Like my friends from childhood I feel my courage slowly
sink My mind is disappearing and there is nothing left to think
And I see young boys peering into burnt out cars In chimes of
anger the children stand outside the bars The men ignore them and
leave them to their empty wars
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