Some people have called me a legend?
many others would surely disagree
whatever the case I'm still only Harry
with whatever this life holds for me.
I still try to find solace at days end
and hope the cold sheets will soon warm?
maybe the sunrise to come will shine a way forward
through all that the madness has torn?
The demons don't visit so often
my nights now are the right time to rest
sometimes I stare out at the stars in the night sky
these moments are some of my best.
I wonder as all men will wonder
is there a truth come the end?
is there a purpose to the roads that we travel…
and if the sky that's so torn, will mend?
