Last night I dreamed that I was a child Out where the pines grow wild and tall I was trying to make it home through the forest Before the darkness falls I heard the wind rustling through the trees And ghostly voices rose from the fields I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path With the devil snappin at my heels I broke through the trees and there in the night My fathers house stood shining hard and bright The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms But I ran till I fell shaking in his arms I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart Will never again, sir, tear us from each others hearts...
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 23:31:50 +0000