Horses Are Red
Momma and daddy never said
what comes of the lives that they've led
but in their dreams i bet things were not this way
not this mess where cobwebs sway
and the horses are red
midnight blue is another lie
the nights are hot as she sighs
mother wanted things differently
but in swoops fate so delicately
i fear the horses are red
soft dreams and fantasies
passing moments and pleasantries
are all things that they've missed
when fate slipped in and death they kissed
all the horses are red
in the pastures of America
the blessings are lost in hysteria
old age whithers all things of flesh
and houses crumble into this mesh
trample in all the horses that are red
unicorns were things we saw
when childhood seemed so raw
teddy bears and no one cares
that our lives are wounded flaw
horses are red
death comes to us all
short we live and soon we fall
all the young and pretty things
all come crashing 'long the wall
and who will save us all
who will save us all
and so we arrive at the end of life
sleep comes on bitter wings
the end comes now for all these things
the flowers cry inside
and all the horses are red
when all things are dead
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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