my love is like a river where nights are like an owl
that glorify my lore if a riverbed only measure the toll
  
for our next day never is desire
but is evolving a latter reason
that we fight geese and flew below the weather

where a night ours melted together  
though we'd treasure dawn again
and hither stave hunt here

whether it's a moonlight parade
as darkness edge the water again  
my dire wicked life midst a fog in rain

Hicky has been there to bleed a knife where once it traced him
in the knees like a robot he fought his colors in a foe but his registered *** offender agreed where feelings hurt inside the belt
that flood was never analgesic again and let him gun down nights
he walked alas with cleated shoes as future most often did ****** with just his uniform search for sovereignty and dignified marksman with courageousness that ended his justiceship in Harris County.