I awoke from my beast-like slumber

Gazed into my own reflection

A back-woods southern town, twisted up by a tornado

Constricted by memories, vines leaving scars revealing my former path

In many ways my existence mirrors that of the small town

Haunted by past sins and a breeding ground of inner conflict

when our eyes locked, the moment chiseled into the stone of my memory

i can hear you whispering my name in the dark, like a classic melody

thoughts of you inspire and provoke my brain

down the river of life, you keep me full-hearted and sane

Young&reckless;, baby we were a firestorm

six months since i've seen you, ill come back to those beautiful eyes, i have sworn

when i gaze at these mountains, i can only imagine how breath-taking you would be starring

up

at the same view