if I could sing

A broken home

A fixed stare

Rusty nails hold dreams

Poison the well

We're all drinking again

Life is pulling at the seams


Yesterday I promised to hold these words close

But today my thoughts are on fire

And I'm running free

Clear the air and breathe

Dig a little deeper to find the life you buried alive just beneath your feet


Oh, if I could sing

My words would die to speak

To find a place in your thoughts

To hang gently like leaves covering a tree