Will you sit with your Mother on the day he dies Will you try and sort over the how and the why & the days will never end so you try to remember him
He was born in a western novel When he came the windows were boarded up We never thought we'd see sunlight again His horses drank from our water His
A torn pair of jeans the necklace your father gave you that you're always touching on your 16th trip to the ward where I found you standing in defeat
Beneath the weight on my shoulders I carry around every day The lies I've told have been repeated & shuffled into my deck The way you always listen
A weeping willow girl dead on the inside you try to hide Fireworks at night light your bedroom You burn your fingers A tired little girl pulls her hair
When will the winter end? We've been breathing this heavy oxygen When the windows slide up towards the sky we'll know it's winter end When will the
