I swim through the thick air of grief a sorrow of many nations separated by golden lies and golden lines of deciett will the people ever tire over the weight of their blood stained chains...
We walked to the parking garage
and that's when you grabbed my hand.
We sat at the dirty bar with our Rumplemintz shots (round 2) your lips stole my kiss.
The jukebox played some...
I write to gather up the souls
that want a glimpse inside my world
beside the leafless tree I sit
with my guitar, a book and this
a portal to another world
with blades of grass beneath...