Pull up the horses And carry me back behind the lines Back to the water Back with the gardens and the vines Where two hands of ashen gold Chase down my fever And wash me with soap When half of us were losing And half of us were wrong A rose you planted Leather and rope Fire inside the rock The heavens open I am like a child on the spot Asking God why'd you come? Was it all for some glory? Was it all for a song? And my eyes are still searching For a light in the fog A sweetheart to sing for me
I was thrown from the center Where I once so bravely spun I was pulled through the colors Through the colors did I run And my eyes were wide and gleaming Though wind-whipped by the storm There is no more shelter for the broken
I hear they still track me now Dogs try to sniff out my home I'll write you in the scars Laid in trails by the jets headed home How you mold me and move me still I'm calling on your memory here alone in my cell A time when you fed me, a time I was filled But one of us must keep from crying
Compositor: Joan Musselman (Joan Shelley) ECAD: Obra #16353652