Silent Winds

  There is a man- On a cross. Left in the corn field- To rot. Red skies, purple trees- And no one to see. Once a king, Now crucified along with his dreams.   Ravens are his company, Nipping out every day- A piece of him now and then- And waiting for his end.   Once a king- Now a scarecrow. People left him- To be. People forgot him- To be. He has cancer- Leave him be. He is rotting- Hang him to the tree.

  Carry me back to- Your womb. I don’t want to see- This doom. I’ve lost enough- When I see this room!   I’ve made a room to carry you In my heart. I’ve built with sticks and bones In my heart. I’ve waited, I’ve waited In my heart. But now I’m lost- Lost in the dark!   How much can I suffer- When there’s no place to rest! How much should I cry- When the tears have run dry! How old do I have to be- When there isn’t any more to be!   So, carry me back to the womb, I think that’s where I’ll build my tomb.

    What if you stayed One last time? What if you never left Before all is gone?   What if you found a way- to come back to my room today? What if you found a way- Find where I am always there?   What if we hide- Really, right now, Turn off the lights- So they know we’re here- But not in fear? Only love and love- They won’t find us- Anywhere?   You tried, you gave all your life, I saw your eternal sunshine. But you lost the ways, Your memories lost all of it right there. You jumped, to hold me- All turned to dust, and faded in tears.   And a sudden ‘wait’!   We enjoyed- And waited to see the end.

  God, I’ve come undone! Please light up the sun, Give me another dawn.   Show me the way, To the stars that remain, Where angels run, Darkness evades, The place safe again!   The ashes from the Eden, The tears of the lagoons, The paradise of yours- Let me save them, God, I’m undone!   Show me a sign, Where the moon still shines. Let me be there, Where I still see fear. Let me be there- To save them from tears.   Let me be their saviour, Let me save them again.

  Some say- We’re a gift of three. But I feel so alone; And I’m gonna end up as those bones.   To live is to die; To love, we cry- And we do it all alone. But I feel- I’m gonna end up as those bones.   I lay dead under the bed, Life lost under the red. I feel so alone, Now I am them bones.

  “Do you have something- Something to say?” The judge says aloud.   I take a stroll through my mind To find words to make it sound.   “Judge”, I say, overtone in grey, “I have a song to sing before they send me away.”   In a room where I belong, In a tomb I’ll be gone, In blossoms flowers to bloom, In a womb I no longer face my dooms.   In memories of them- How I’ve haunted them. Their eyes flush- A fiery rush- To see me gone- Before it’s dawn.   Lay as I have laid, Will they haunt me in my bed? Will no one cry on top of my grave? Will it be so cold- Will I turn old? I will be gone, I will hunt no more, I will be free- Resting in the below.   Forgive me not- For I have sinned. Forgive me not- It’ll be a regret of dreams.