• "The Lonely Road"

    I see the sun's blinding shadow
    cast across the moon
    And I wonder
    if it will all be over soon.
    The wind from the blue sky
    buries me like the waves
    of the blue sea, rolling
    over,
    over,
    dragging under and drowning me.
    The air of this warm night
    chills me to the core
    like the hard, biting storms
    of ancient winter's lore.
    The warm summer rain
    falls beating down on me.
    My hear groans in pain
    from the burdens I carry.
    There is no rest
    no place to lay my head.
    Instead I run from the truth,
    run until I'm dead.

    These empty streets are a comfort
    if there can be such a thing
    and for a fleeting moment
    my spirits take to wing.
    But they come crashing
    down,
    down,
    back onto me.
    Their failed flight of love
    helps me the truth to see:
    There is no one to hold me,
    and my aching heart still bleeds.
    Nobody to comfort me in my fears
    no shoulder where to lay my head.
    Nobody to wipe away my tears
    My heart has fallen, dead.

    My anger and hate become my seers,
    my food is smoke and lead.
    I pull myself away again,
    back from the very edge
    and balance for a fleeting moment
    on this crumbling ledge.

    Though I look up for a savior,
    I know its down below
    that my soul, heart, and body,
    all soon will go.
    There is no hope, of that I'm sure.
    My doom has already been sealed.
    And though its dark form hides in the shadows,
    it has already been revealed.
    But if there was someone out there
    who from myself could save me
    I still know
    That I would not know
    how past my anger to see.

    No, the only one that in the end
    would be worse than when we began
    would be the one
    who reached out
    and lent me a saving hand.