A piece of wood hung in the sky.
From the ground you can tell it was soon to die.
For life is precious and some may disagree.
Lets just fight for you and me.
I say my friend you look curious.
A plaid shirt and bare feet.
Something so curious.
A guitar hung on your back.
A sack filled with holes letting lose change run away.
Your eyes tell me your tired.
The dirt clung to your face as you bathed your weak bones.
A ring of memories faded around your soaking skin.
Why wouldn’t you ever let me in?
I sat and burned the dreams that contained you.
And all that was there was a kid with nothing left.
A kid hiding in his own body, afraid of what he had become.
Scared to death of the land in front of him.