I Am Here

I speak for many But not for all He was a military veteran Awaiting a September fall I put my song in your heart My heart is your song Until I crawl beaten Back into your womb Days they seem to stretch For how long Could I have been wrong For how long As I journey Through my darkest days Of sunshine Nothing but cold winters On my mind Enlighten the darkest killer I died of amnesia I don’t want to pray anymore A forgotten ritual Seen too many have-nots Plastered to heavens doors Remember me For I shall not return Remember me A beggar at arms Mother’s last scar Lost his soul Seen it slither homeless As I tempt passion This cognac in a jar Journey through The darkest sunshine Nothing but cold winters On my mind Seventy-two on clear sheets Father where can your savior be Are you comfortably numb Or numb and can’t find comfort Living off the hand of a locust An honest man attempting To stay focused when hurt Turnover and sleep The piano speaks to me Violin creeping down my spine Nothing but cold winters on my mind As I journey through the darkest sunshine