Tries skips fate tries a humble man to sin once again

Noting like the blues to review a soul left on a purity sea

Bend a rod in fear son turns to road waiting

Flowers in youth work the sweet side of need and romance

As the bottle offers relief from the moral reality of expectation

Not sin or fear or desire prepare for the crocked road burning lives

Presence takes and leaves solitude waiting results from man

Recognition savors passion in results oriented face

Laughter walls the soul forward for persistence in new

Body never tasted so sweet as first and last we meet on a cocked road

There it is wash and want meeting at you

Pleasure and depth exceeded

Drink and fill lie warm

Sun accepts both life and death

Window takes and gives reemergence freely

Child hits a ball to future dreams waiting

Age plays clouds creating clowns needing

Smile works a rainbow needing nothing but grace