It’s a fact we forget in our tired old age
but everyone of us grew up, we were boys
we were girls
we lived free, but learned
the world can be a cold dark place,
full of warm glad happy people.
I bet you miss your wife as you sleep alone tonight,
the tears put out the fire behind
those raging eyes you've got,
four men learned the waves and winds
and how they’d meet the bow,
they sleep alone right now,
iron bars mediate between them and the breathing world.
Do you lie awake like me,
wondering, the truth that'll choke you harder?
She’s the memory, trampled by the hooves of desire.
Everyone of us will sleep alone.
My mother wonders what I see
Until our last breath, no we can’t go home
I'd trade my place, to set her soul free
credits
from Hibernating Season,
released March 8, 2011
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