as I walk down this trail
such beauty surrounds me
vibrant color flowers
sweet scent of the trees

my thoughts are quite
amongst natures sounds
absorbing nature, drains the
negatives in my mind
the sky so blue, seems unreal
is this heaven that I found

see the butterflies flutter past
my face, to look for flowers
to feed their souls
my eyes close, my breath slows
if I have to go, then let it be here
for it's a beautiful day to die
and this is the place

another bullet, another hole
drips lifes blood, from the soul
another body on the streets
surrounded by wailing screams
yellow ribbons, a crime scene
wash the stain, down the drain
clean this spot, hope never again
walk past, just a glance,in a trance
focus on us, trying to advance
sorry it happen, life,s a chance
the safety of home, in our sites
survived the day, dodging meteorites
the morning offers up, the sun bright
today the day change has come
that's what I prayed for last night

I'll pick up this guitar and play you one
last tune
knowing the the strings are old, I can only
play the blues
the chords are in minor keys, the low E
drowns out the high E
the strings in between can hold the rythm
only so long
my fingers fumble with the melody, as
my mind, full of thoughts, of long ago

each note played was a sharp
now they are flatten, as I think of you
perhaps its alright to be out of tune
knowing you wont be back anytime soon

but with the turn of the peg
and my words, I'll beg
let me slide up the neck
for a crisper sound
enticing you to come back
with this new tune I found

the deception of love you presented to me
was magical
those many faces you wore, now seem
comical
the sweetness of your voice, drew me in
made me small
the way you touch me,bent my knees
left me to crawl
now, there are no more tears
to fall
they would only muddy, these empty
halls
the pictures of us,are imprints, empty frames
that ***** the walls
even the echos, wont repeat my calls
my tumor of love for you, has finally shrunk
I'm in remission, no longer in this funk
those false feelings you had for me
are finally debunked
now my memories of you, will come and go
but then I'll sweep the residue, to the corner
and put them in a pile, I'll call junk

in the distant a lite guides me
draws me near from my long journey
a knock on the door, of the crooked shack
it opens, an old man stares, I take a step back

" come in from the cold, sit by the fire
let me offer you bisket and broth, you must be tired"
he seems content, even joyous, a visitor again
and yet the sparkle in his eyes,seem so intense

the questions I ask, the answers he gives
leaves me perplexed, as I take another sip
how long has he been here,is this his chosen path
as I bunk for the night, I understand were he's at

a thought comes to me, before I sleep
that I find the comfort I seek
from the words he speaks

oh my america, I'm trying to understand
how far we,ve come, since we step onto
these sands
we stole from the originals,at the barrel
of the gun
as they offered up their bounty, taught us
about this land
the whiteness of our ancestors, so mighty
they felt
with the good book to guide them, their
pain was delt
dressed in your perfect attire, your regimented
theme
you scorch the land, as the children screamed
round them up again, different colors,
different chains
suppress them once more, as they tend to your
flowers
their dream was to come here, not live in constant
cower
yet prejudice of the past, still remains
the good book and all its glory
interpreted by humans, to fit their stories
yet the shiny star is not so bright
perhaps its starting to fade into history
like every parent whose children misbehave
He will give us time to correct our mistakes
His patience seems forever, such glory of Him
but one wave of His hand, even he might concede
lets try this again