The Escape

I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom Through the desert of the lost souls of drought Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain... The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car Wings sprout painfully through my shrinking shoulder blades I don't ask anyone anymore permission to fly with Eagles...