Moving from trap to trip face keeps me reaching for next green grass place

Heart pleases me as I move to where softer music plays a comfort to need

Places holding me as days mixed to believing in hope shared as love waits

On me to return understanding fates song living on rye and guitar ringing

Cold fever breaks in sweats lying west of ghost seeking shores left lonely

Failing winds resting in images ripping time from mind and soul passing

She paused as a floating vision on eyes crying long gone

Save from alley dripping love everywhere sounding for me lips seeking a resting place

Slow as want left in shields of truth vary we pleaded with all about to ease day late

Wallow in the pages of history keeping wile in treble leaden a band to mental rest

Dust of pages reach skyward eyes shaded by lissome valley as spirit travels

From bottle to my mouth waiting seeking please need met as poor boy moves on

Lust of body takes place in dark vale as clouds seek tribute to sun and wind working

Tales of a traveler makes its way playing faith lingering in passion buried in bridge din

Sin pauses for a view she smiles lips curl into a smile hidden behind hundred more

Little eyes find dark shadows searching Pease left cold under a dock cried home

Return a comfort percolating in dribble left calling birds reaching high branch

Purple flowers falling into roads traveled less by hearts aching for more love

Bullet found its mark heart broke in shades of death returned miracle stayed

For each love makes a new place for joy and sorrow learned pun a trial passed

Bottle seeks a rest place in mood cool stagers into tavern clean dreams die last lie

Sin pauses for a view she smiles lips curl into a smile hidden behind hundred more

Little eyes find dark shadows searching Pease left cold under a dock cried home

Return a comfort percolating in dribble left calling birds reaching high branch

Purple flowers falling into roads traveled less by hearts aching for more love

Save from alley dripping love everywhere sounding for me lips seeking a resting place

Slow as want left in shields of truth vary we pleaded with all about to ease day late

Wallow in the pages of history keeping wile in treble leaden a band to mental rest

Dust of pages reach skyward eyes shaded by lissome valley as spirit travels

Cold fever breaks in sweats lying west of ghost seeking shores left lonely

Failing winds resting in images ripping time from mind and soul passing

She paused as a floating vision on eyes crying long gone

Spirits come as I go from rock to sand leading feet moving fast to slow natural

As planned in heat of passion left in beds dreaming past graves pleased head bowed

Eyes tiered to fill pools of love lost in the cold stones marking resting hard