An Honest Song
The Honest Song
By Laura Dee (Kevin Robey)
October 2, 2014
Got miles of feet marching my way
In the middle of the night they calmly speak
The chill I feel but cannot say
So fast to kill they make me weak
As red eyes peel under skies of white
The pills conceal my buried truth
I beg for courage in the morning light
To fight the echoing drums of my youth
Even if I could take this all back
I know I'd die before I lived that way again
The girl I found will never fade to black
The blades they swing won't penetrate her skin
I'm crying now but I still carry on
The tortured souls will sing our weathered song
They March my way until the coming dawn
They found a special place where we all belong
Under the guise of strong resolve
I feel so scared to face my dreams
Tonight the noise may not dissolve
Her skin will filter out the screams
...
It's not too late to make it straight
But I can't ignore my morning fate
So I lace my shoes and March along
And sing with them an honest song
Singing...
It's not a phase
It's not the new craze
Come on, race me there
Release me from despair
Release me, release me...
[Listening to "Got a Call" by Land of Talk]
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