Young a child I ran wild grabbing life each day.. down around old black town blues song came my way.. understanding felt each belt and pelt of living fur.. true to moments passing friend of feral friend of cur..
Women minds passion to find a young man always needs.. man thinks primal woman of a teen dreamed passion steed.. in a time of reckoning.. in times of cold heartbreak.. fine lines blame come confused though nary a mistake..
Just a dream laid on in schemes of B grade TV crud.. heroes written into stories death no drops of blood.. pain insane behind a brain lain caskets long ago.. said in yards and bed of bored who never seek the flow..
Got a song of right and wrong never to impose.. my love inside that never hides a path I walk that glows.. with a story.. pain or glory love or heartbreak scenes.. I know my mind.. know of unkind.. live truly what I mean..
Just one word.. one truth so heard as train whistles will blow.. naught will change or rearrange what is as moments go.. to a place that has true faces or a liars hell.. played for fair by those who care that have a truth to tell..