"There are no more of love songs" to whom's message it requires.
Red dirt filled my respite, from it's long lost lonely fires.
Coyotes, bats and wildcats, just as vocal with their lies.
Sometimes Zion swallows like the lording of the flies.
Terrors are not given neither now are they believed
Like to hold another hostage to a feeling you received
History is just murder that never sees retrial
The land I find most free, is freedom by the mile.
There are shadows in the moonlight where our whispered secrets lay,
Silent echoes of our laughter now just memories in gray.
The desert winds are heavy with the weight of empty dreams,
And the night sky offers solace, though it’s torn at all its seams.
Ghostly echoes in the canyon where our footsteps used to tread,
Now the echoes are just whispers of the things we never said.
The horizon stretches lonely, a reminder of our past,
And the stars that once were guiding now are fading all too fast.
Campfires burn with sorrow, telling tales of love’s retreat,
While the mountains stand in silence, bearing witness to defeat.
In the heart of this vast nowhere, where our promises have died,
I find solace in the empty, with no need for tears to hide.
-Hermit King-
