The orange sky blends itself into the desert ground
Tides of hills swim idly by
Blood red spills from his eyes.
Memories of once,
When life was timid
As you gather his parts,
Collect his pieces- to return to rest.
Home, to his mother’s chest.
You clean like a soldier,
You weep like a child.
You question why
To the air, to the parent’s faces you can never forget.
An etching in your dreams,
A wrenching in your heart.
The pain it weeps, it spills blood red from your eyes.
So I never relent in my thoughts
I push till I can see too, trying to fill with pain of you.
But what can my hands do, what can my words soothe.
So here I am, I tell you.
You were right, I say.
Mistakes are heavy, your past is made.
God he holds you my little brother.
Iron weight and all
Faults, turns you never meant to take.
I’ve walked roads blind and foolish
I tell you though this life is heavy, it is far much better to see.
You are a man, forced maybe so, but you will know what many never do.