I'm walking through a park
A lamp post lights my way...
A little kid who sits on a bench, tapping his...
You wonder is he care-free or holding sadness...
Life is to short
to go through it in a blur...
I'm walking down highway side
With a sign in my hands. It reads...
I cannot get it out of my head
the screams the pain...
Illuminating candle sits on the window sill
Throwing shadows at the wall...
Choking on the sapid taste of destruction,
that could only be veritable lies...
Sam and I huddle
beneath our cardboard tenement...
Behind every song,
A sad story had been left untold...
There are words that are heard too much
Words that are no longer worth hearing...
6/25/08
Debris...
Shadows of what used to be
reflect in eyes and hands and mouths...