Fall Down


The spirit is willing
the flesh is strong...
This cake is filling
this blade is long...
Songs of the city
are sung the in parks...
The day grows older
the traffic barks...
The stars are hidden
in a hidden sky...
The concrete rumbles
as a train squeals by...
Bones of man
have taken the sun...
Can’t take it back
this story is spun...
The dams are low
the country thirsts...
We’ve been here before
its been rehearsed...
The ravens cry
to an empty sky...
The skin of the land
is stretched thin by the dry...
The creatures retreat
the rivers run slow...
The hot gathers down
in the west wind blow...
And the lines of loss
I see on your face...
Speak to love
to another place...
The clouds have gone
to a different sky...
The fires have come
to claim the dry...
The buildings are burnt
ashes and dreams...
The land that was here
has gone it seems...
The fences have fallen
crumpled black lace...
And here stands the farmer
in this ruined place...
His heart is baked
solid and spent...
He prays for his sins
he can only repent...
The city’s heart
is a mesh of steel...
Back streets and alleys
so dusty so real...
The air is smoke
the wind is west...
And here I stand
condemned or blessed...
I cannot take your place
I do not have your skill...
I cannot stand alone
on that lonely hill...
And the lines of loss
I see on your face...
Speak to love
to another place...