winter

The yellow sun

Well, it took the hand

Of a country boy

To a city in a far-off land

We made no mark

No shadow at all

On the ancient, holy streets

Where I learned to crawl

The broken and the bruised

The young and the used

The sure and confused

All here

Words will then land on me

Then abandon me

Mangle, untangle me

Leave me on the floor

Rhymes, they sprang in me

Summer sang in me

But summer sings in me no more

Now I'm twenty-five

And trying to stay alive

In a corner of the world

With no clear enemies to fight

It's hot as hell

We're like butter on toast

But there's no army in this world

That can fight a ghost

The broken and the bruised

The young and the used

The sure and confused

All here

Words will then land on me

Then abandon me

Leave me stranded

In guard of the door

Rhymes began in me

Summer sang in me

But summer sings in me no more

Listening to the cries

The strangers

The silence of the foreign grave

Listening to the thunder

The sky is strange

Stretched over everyone

Listening to the tales

The child sings

That goes for days and days

Listening to the calls

Shouts, frustration

At twenty-one

I was born a son

And on that day I knew

I could kill

To protect the ones

We put bullets in guns

Or anything it takes

To take a life until it's still