have you ever met anyone who has visions
or someone who hears voices
or someone who makes choices
based on a sign
based on a line
drawn in the sand
of reality and desire?
have you ever known a man to go astray
leaving his life behind
possibly loosing his mind
calling his wife on the phone
to say his love is long gone
not caring if it's wrong
to burn his children in the fire of self love?
the myst hung in the air
on the morning of his death
all his money, pride and ideas
couldn't save his last breath
all those he had broken
stood around his dark grave
except for his daughter
for her he had long been dead
Boots and hats and desert memories
Santa Fe and the scourge meant nothing
it was only a reprieve for the inevitable
for his inconceivable betrayal always looming
wkm
Nashville
for an old friend who i hope wakes up soon..
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