Cash This In.

How it burns: this image of you: onyx cufflinks, pin striped suit, crisp black shirt on your way to your funeral, your wedding, your song to sing How it aches: this memory of you: tragedy smile, eyes of drugs, ragged stance on the eve of every sweet goodbye you ever felt and kept inside How it breathes: this voice of yours: sealing up the broken hearts, ebbing along on the violet wire on the minds of some, the ears of more, the hearts of all How it burns: this fire from you: slow smoldering, uncontrollable, in your crisp black shirt on your way to your funeral, your wedding, your song to sing And it burns, and it burns, and it burns. (for Johnny Cash)