Dolores o’Riodan

It can be lonely singing
A mike the crowd
A voice
The words when they are meaningful
When there is little choice
But put it out there
Say your piece
Let the world know why
Dispiritedness and a sinking heart
Is a bird who cannot fly

Heartaches there are many
So much despondency
Much angst and nostalgia
The crestfallen may see
The dark clouds feeling woeful
As we languish far from free
From our home
From dear old Limerick
Across the Irish sea

Your clarity was evident
It touched a lot of hearts
The industry is stressful
And really that imparts
A greater amount of pressure
On the waifs who sing and sigh
On the doleful and the mournful
Who elegize and cry

Dolores O Riodan