I think about death in the morning
while combing my hair, examining...
They creeped and crawled,
caressing the cracked earth...
The wave approaches,
silently...
Trail of tears reflecting 'cross the painted...
Thunder mountain echoes a Sedona lullaby...
Light of Freedom...
Goodnite, Sweetheart, Goodnite
From far away I imagine your voice...
Stop it, you're
making me dream about you...
Tap tap tap upon the door
Who could it be at this hour...
There is an old saying
God only takes the best...
My weakened angel, I hold so tightly
You're life is taken oh so lightly...
fooled into thinking
I could frame them forever...
Crimson blood seeping
Through the walls, of a frail heart...