no believing
time
tired legs marching
to the lost man rhyme
what does a young man
see
if hope that tomorrow
a better way of movement
on
from a broken yesterday
able to see a sweet country
where greed is no longer
a seed to happiness
if only ones younger days
remain
sometimes
too much memory
blows a stronger wind
crowded voices and no refrain
too many playing the fool
no jester to carry free
the silence
trying to believe
crying to see
mirror of a young man’s
believing
his daring eyes seeing
no believing
a long wind’s time
against
tired legs marching
to the lost men rhyme
hoping
all the young men see
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
but still we lament that
the best they can do is to muddle through.
Love ya!
Jane