I learned I cannot play
the banjo and I haven't
heard of half the movies
on your shelves, but I
like the way your
voice sounds when
you tell a funny story
and how you
absently strum your
guitar and play with
my fingers at the same
time. I could have stayed
at your house for weeks.

Hope is a rope tethered to tomorrow
Love is a drug prescribed for deep sorrow
Dreams are a means to escape the very moment
Fate is a date that calls for ones atonement

Blue is a feeling assigned to certain days
Like when truth and honor goes their separate ways
Or when justice is thrown out of God's own court
And the devil becomes your only support

And so be it, the tether has been severed
Love's pharmacy has been closed due to stormy weather
There's no time to dream for the moment has been seized
And my fate is the fire that burns inside of me ...