Glow

Got a painting of a story

Done some years ago

About a man who had it all

But had to go

He seen more than he could hold

Lost his mind again,

Wife the holy whore

And all guns on this bound for glory

bombs and babies know

When they glow

Resurection of a harsh man

Painter in a home

Found their glasses on a cruse bricks of stone

If you see him let me know

All he wanted was to watch his children grow

And all guns on this bound for glory

Bombs and babies know

When they glow