nature tears down,
metal city,
wooden town,
a good woman dies,
a heart gets torn,
churning black storm,
standing nowhere,
leaning backward,
looking forward,
it's bad when we heal up,
happiness is just a hiccup,
is there a purpose?
is there a reason?
the spinning wheel,
a changing season,
I've lost my way,
you slam the door,
I stare at the floor,
a good man dies,
blood on a thorn,
a baby is born,
it's good to get broken into parts,
that's where the realness starts.
3 comments:
solid old flat-top lyrics
The brutal, sad truth of it all. Never stop HP.
Agree with JB. Never stop. Just grind on as poets should. The urban grit beneath their feet. A hiccup stealing their breath.
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