Always think things through
Ponder a little while...

We're all just like caterpillars
Crawling through Life...

Two little bad words
Were hanging out...

Shot down like a ball of flame
My mighty wings singed in pain...

Eye to eye
Voice to voice...

Inside of my head
Is a vast empty space...

Is a wilted rose
Like a broken heart...

Happiness is a possession
Our joyiful ways...

The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures...

I'm a country boy
Through and through...

Oh how you linger on my tongue
Like honey on a watermelon vine...

--------Aries Rising--------
A broken Angel lurking in dark shadows...