The glow of your soul, feels like my forever home
As I drift to sleep, your voice serenades peace
Once counted life by miles, now just count your smiles, what a song
Like floating on a cloud of make believe, you transformed me
Next to you is where I’ll always be, so easily, don’t need sight to see
As one, we can accomplish anything, trust in me, just close your eyes and breath with me,
It’s my heart I offer, can’t you see, it’s your reciprocating love that encourages me.
Will cross over distant lands until my breaths cease, when it comes to your love, please don’t prolong.
Some of my favorite memories were you telling stories about the Vietnam.
No more crying, no more grief, you deliver me to the place I belong.
Silence can be so deafening, but your angelic voice corrects all the wrongs.
Tightly underneath your wings, I hold tight, as we take flight.
At times the world seems to swallow me, but some how you always stay so strong
no greater liberation if you ask me, so I wrote you a song.
As day succumbs to night, we hold each tight.
Devastation, soldiers slain, only God knows who to blame.
Please accept the apology I never gave, Don’t carry sorrow to your grave. Only love will carry us through, no more sorrow for you.
Mothers’ mother got me off the street, her kind of strength is rare and unique, but I can feel her reach. The wind softly speaks, no tears, we will carry you.
Carried your coffin to the grave side, was so heavy as I walked and cried. The weight of you and my broken soul inside.
The smell of copper fills the air, I put on my white coat, expected not to care, blood on the sheets, blood on my feet. “Don’t intervene”, he orders me.
The guilt weighs the same, no matter how the scale leans, whether you take a life or failure to intervene
Trying to be wise, I wear my disguise, a cloak to temporarily hide my shame. I can see you’re doing the same.
Nothing more to say, 22 a day..gone, just spirited away, couldn’t take another day.
Once had a strong desire to permanently vacate this place, but the angels refused to negotiate.
Soldiers guarding opium fields, same soldiers get addicted to those same opium pills.
Perhaps the stars are mirrors, sending us our reflection. Energy I send out, is energy received.
The stars are always awake, it takes the dark for them to illuminate.
Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, they say. In 1998, it wasn’t that way. Got discharged in south LA.
Nothin’ cures this depression like a Stick Figure chord progression.
Traded my ride for a stethoscope, caused much more damage than I’d hoped.
You tried to deny the Sexual assault, three of testified, ending your terror plot.
Not sure how it’s calculated, but no amount of money can cover what it costed
There’s me-on the stand. You, once in Command. As your peers decide, I thank them deep inside.
I was turning 30, the day JR Cash died. As the angels let out a cry“he’s the last of that kind”, thats the day the Tennessee sun refused to shine.
Mom finally tucked me in, noticed I was wearing jeans under my pajamas again.
Now that the strings are tight, these steel strings will carry you through even the darkest of nights, vibrating from EE to Ee, allowing you the ability to love, feel and see the things you’ve never seen before.
Shhh, don’t be afraid, I’ve come to repair you. This method may be foreign to you, but the concept is not new. I will sew new strings into your heart, I will approximate the edges, you will feel whole soon.
At 46, finally out ran the damage down in those Texas towns, I cry at the rivers edge, sending my fears free to the sea
If you trust in He, it’s a guarantee that He will re-string your heart, sewing up gaping wounds, putting you back in tune
Please excuse my post traumatic state, I’m really hoping you can’t relate. If it wasn’t for this Calvary of Angels, I’d still be frozen in that pergatory state. I can still hear those angels sing we are here to redirect you from that pain, as I lift my chin, tired and confused, they repeat “we will carry you”
It’s not that I don’t hear you when you speak/it’s that my mind is locked on PTSD/as graphic images begin to spin, I feel your disappointment under my skin/one of us cries, the other asks why? As we feel our relationship die.