So, yet again I sit down to write
About the faith, and falling in love.
Sequenced in silencing together
Where we straddled on existence
Thru wretched day and thru night.
In it forever silenced is a persistence
With grey torn clouds carrying its tears
A heavy heart is good to keep moving on
Shiny pebbles bursting through its fears
And as waterfalls drown out the mist of life
There blows a wind taking our resistance
And, in a hurt soul where things go wrong.
Bent down on both knees begging for mercy
It stings so deep, but even deeper if it bleeds
Sit back in a saddle, my dear, my good, my heart
Shall the edges from every heartbeat feel a need
And, in good faith of our fathers follow in kind
Where they once roamed we sat and didn\'t mind
And. introducing the agenda of what is nought.
Fair weathered feathers like to glide like a bird
Something special is coming your way I\'ve heard
Barefoot bleeding its pain because of its nakedness
Bare skin women with a shade every corner turned
And. in such a beautiful scent of two lovers in bliss
Whereupon my strength to carry the load of debris
When snowballs melt they last till the end of February.
So, a poet I struggle with me, but then eventually
All the stories I say and to tell them quite precisely
Then there is this, this poem of faith and for love
Sharing me with you together somewhere above.
The fields of Barley, whiskey and a fairy-tale on top
If I was a poet I\'d write to you, your life and dreams
Then I\'d draw up and write what it all actually means
If, once you get going you\'ll have to learn how to stop
Before the world create your route then step aside
Rest is healing the pain and your love starts to hide.