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)
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