Soot and Stars

the words flow, decisions made

idea's mine, but the inspiration not

dreams of hangers on, dreams of getting well

spells of Ezmeralda, emeralds foretold

splinters in the eye, sentiments remain

bones that never rest where we going to

it was never up to me and yet I pushed until it broke

I love the open road and all that it suggests

wheel wagon dust, weeds and infidelities and

always for a love, never question why

in a wooden house, immovable and silent and

drinking strawberry wine, forever lost in town

and through the sleeping streets, night bound and heavy

wheels in the spoke still spoken for himself

now my gates are high, my friends even higher

forgotten in my mind, yet the sky still linger and

cloud the blue skies, I'm jealous of you birds

was the only truth in a world full of words

hear the prairie sound in a friend called near

the heart is pointed down but my spirit pointed up

his voice for siren of Greek mythology

I pause with my pen, I begin to defend

every action taken, every moment sealed

when I was quick it coursed through open veins

the will to live the urgency to move

behind a panel door sealing cherry stain

I play my guitar and live those lonesome notes

like a dog that's down

in a corner just a sigh

waiting to be called

waiting to be yours

ghosts of all my shame

without purpose or will

I often speak of you but the you is always me

cause when I speak of me it's me I ask of you

so let there be no truth just trickery in rhymes

time the only thing waiting still as death

I hope for resolution, pray one defining moment

pause without restrain, barren without child

a child is who I was a child is who I'll die

a child is who I'll die

soot in my hair

and stars in my hands

soot in my hair

and stars in my hands

soot in my hair

and stars in my hands