Rolling hills of country green, patchwork stitched together with hedgerow precision offers such satisfaction with its squared off edges and nurturing bends
Trees climb the steepest points with ease and gravity fails as they stand proud
In the distance they almost reach the clouds
And today, if I jumped high I could reach them

Should I seek a god
Of which my faith is far convinced
For answers to questions I’ve not yet worked out
I look to you, the only thing in which I trust
And go to the pull of the natural tug
So maybe answers aren’t needed nor questions either
Though the head may disagree
A heart forced to pound it’s plea
What you do with love comes naturally

She’s not sure if they’re lies
With the moon as her witness
That gives light the shadow, to the pavement cracks
Confusions dagger handed the power
To penetrate thoughts
Flesh is exposed
Tomorrow she paints a smile as blood drips to the beat of footsteps
Drowned out by music to ease the pain
Maybe this is necessary