Broken glass and sleek charm
Slide on the floor beneath our feet
The calm light of a quiet town
Sifts silently through the windows
The pitter patter of the wind tip toeing
Through the tree tops invites our ears
To a time where the beauty around us
Was everything and the
Troubles surrounding us
Meant nothing.

I've never seen colors more brilliant
Than the ones that I saw when your
Soft little head hit my shoulder

Complexity is void of emotion

That which strives to be overly complex
Leaves behind true emotion

I won't invite death
To take my brains up on the wall
To break my bones upon the ground
Ten stories below the gaze of my feet
To bleed my veins for all they're worth
Until I've let the blues guitar
Play my woes for all the world to hear.

My failures before my God
Come with the soft cooing
Of the mourning doves.