No birds today.
Just this square patch of gray.
Molting sky moving in on its morning prey.
No words today.
No one knocking at the gate.
I lost my name long before I lost my way.
I wonder what he thinks out there.
Pastures turn from black to green and back again.
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back.
No birds today.
Just this dull sky of gray.
Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey.
No dust today.
No clouds rising from my driveway.
No hope drifting slowly my way.
I wonder what he thinks in there.
Pastures turn from black to green and back again.
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back.
Cold bars of steel.
I'm beginning to dig the feel
of all that disappears into....ethereal.
Cold words of hate.
Now I'm seeing how things break.
Much too late now to cure my mistakes.
I wonder what he thinks in there.
Pastures turn from black to green and back again.
My son he carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back.
No birds today.
Just this barren stretch of gray.
Just this barren stretch of gray.
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