I cried that day.

In the pressence of the grass and sun.

Yet still holding my head high.

Can I have the Ol’ fore sakin’ dream?

My sun pierced tears glowing before me.

The saddness has never felt so pure.

take it. follow the road

Watching the laughter. the accordian in the breeze.

Playing the song of  Widows passed.

Seeing the Blood sift through my fingers…

Black and smooth and the enduring flow.

Cunning and strong as I hear the notes in the air.