fly
i found a piece of what gave me pain
cut it out and breathed again
but every gift brings a payback
the road i walked, that carried me
is lined with doors i could not see
i see them now, but no way back
cry if you want to, scream if it helps you
rail at the stars in the sky
cling to the sand that falls through your hands
but only birds fly
i held you in your broken year
imprisoned by hurt and fear
when you’ve known a hell it’s hard to shake it
i longed to pay the maiden’s price
lead you out, avert my eyes
our will was strong, but she did break it
cry if you want to…
i lay with you in fields
where the mind soars and the body yields
and every base within was boldly taken
as old songs sound blank to me
the memories turn to fantasy
the fires that burned are forsaken
cry if you want to…
they say the blackest hour of night
is followed by the morning’s light
and so from our fall we rise unbidden
if at the end of this losers’ race
somehow i go with grace
i only pray to be forgiven
cry if you want to…
written by tom yates 14 february 2012
tom yates - vocal, guitar, piano, cello
lloyd hanson - bass
roland xavier v - drums