Southern skies

Look at this mountain built from sand
And
Sweat
While our sons grow strong against the winds
And
All of our daughters
Hearts
They weep bitter
From
All of our thoughts
We keep – locked inside of our poison-
And I don’t know why …
We thought we could just stand
Cold
Against the shoulder
Of every burden and every man
—-
And all of the rain –
and the sky it keeps falling
And all of her fists they are burning
Like the sun
But the wine it is drunk on her lips
—-
Look at the moon
She says
She has a full weekend
And all the cash she keeps
While they are still sleeping
Sits on the table
And
Her cabinets they are empty
But she pours me coffee
Saying I need to relax
While she shows me a book that she has found
——
But I can’t run like that
I’ve tried in the past
It turns into conversations
And late night confessions
——
Look at this mountain
Built from sand
All of our children
A southern soul
Hearts full
Like the cloud and the storm
That touch down
Leave your mark
A southern sound
In the sky
Passing years like mile markers
—-
But we run on
We run on
We run on
Look at us
These bones built from sand
Eyes like gin
There’s a guard at every heart
But we keep building –
A southern sound
And the sky it keeps falling
—-
Look at this mountain built from sand
And
Sweat
While our sons grow strong against the winds
And
All of our daughters
Hearts….they keep giving…

-E
Regardingsamuel.com