Song

I have buried
this town
a thousand times

have stood in
the dirty hallways of single mothers
waiting for their children
to fall asleep and I have
been branded a thousand
different kinds
of bastard

all I want is sunlight

an open road to the
edge of the continent
and a song on the radio
that will rip through all of my days
and how many moments
like this have I already
wasted?

how many mornings have I spent
crawling down back stairs
with my own transparent lies
spilling to the ground
below me?

the answer isn't
as important as the sound
of the voice that
offers it

-- John Sweet