Waked up early by a frantic
Tim, my road buddy...

He is not helping
anyone so I figure...

In a forgotten time long denied by good men
we were all evil and mutually drenched...

Yes, I knew the man
strange one indeed named his garden...

When you war against
your brother you wage that war...

Unfurl your flag, let your marching tune soar
in defeat nonetheless you stood your ground...

I died in your arms
we slept through the whole next day...

Before ideas are formulated into thought
is an intuitive grasp of what has been wrought...

My eyes grow weary
sooner these days though still I...

Back in dream time we kept each other’s back
love permeated all that we gave love...

Candle burning in the window at night
draws me into the halo of light...

I hear you crying because I’m gone
wailing you should have been there...