With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...

While driving on the back nine
I came upon a fellow...

Slivers of light cut thru dust clouds
of cement and pain while desperation...

Blending amongst the rocks and sand,
seen to be as one...

Secrets you have hid,
of things that you once did...

Can anyone give too much to another,
is there a limit on the amount...

Is it indifference to how I feel
or has lack of interest become...

Past deceit, lies and sins linger
with bones in my closet...

Come swim in my soul,
it will intoxicate you...

Alone is to be as one,
to be apart is two...

These tears swelling
in my eyes...

It lives with purpose for us all
though sometimes without cause...