Sunday, September 2, 2012

brother

closing in the face I hide,
God I paint the sky,
with so much shade for my life,
while some will say I've lost my mind,
Brother try to talk to my,
you were always so very far away,
I know that pain,
so don't run away like you used to do,
close in the vase of wine,
bloody by the torn design,
with leaves falling because the hand is pulling,
up on us again,
Brother you were always so far away,
I know that pain,
And I won't run away like I used to do,
pictures in the box,
yellow wings, green with mold,
so I can barely see your face,
wonder how that color taste,
cause you and I were so far away,
but I know the way,
so don't run,
away,
like we used to.