Malibu

I know it’s hard out there in the trenches
Grit and wrath and fists and traps
All thrown together like hell on Earth
Fields of briars and hemlock tripwires
The lost and the found in laborious unrest
Just fighting to survive

But you are a bombardier full of music
A design built for ceasefires in a world at war
Never lose the warmth in your gut
Or the sincere heart you wear like a badge
Even though we’re surrounded by loose footing
I know you’ll claw to the breach
Through gravel and rage and scalpels and cages
And deliver the music we’d never hear without you