Step Stone Father
Separation, divorce...

Who's this on my path
walking along beside...

Climbed sacred mountains
swam in pools of the goddesses...

Catch the falling glass
to discover who I am...

Always running
away from myself...

Took away a gun
found my name on the bullets...

Everyone, your front door friends
and my own back door companions...

My father was not fond
of giving advice...

Mom and I carved your legend
from a square bale of hay...

Blind
I was...

There's nothing easy
about relationships but...

Picasso paid his dues
by painting in the blues...