I cannot walk for I have lost my feet
rain is pouring washing my last words
I need a big fire to bring a little light
in this valley in the middle of the night,
I still got the guns but forgot how to use
the powder is wet and my will in rust
tonight the stars won’t show direction
I need a friend in whom to put my trust
and Steve lies on a floor many stories ago
where my dreams rest behind shut doors,
and the night is getting even darker
I try to shout but my lungs won’t listen
falling faster and deeper than ever before
relapsing on drugs to blind me from truth
I won’t believe nor listen to the signs
for it hurts too much finding out
this world of shadows is of human design…

I need to open my eyes and look further
hook my fingers in dirt and start climbing
use my bruises to feel and heal stronger,
to start writing when words won’t come out
and find a friend that may cross mountains…