With Every Scar Comes A Memory

I'm gonna write myself a story

Slow and peacefully

With every scar comes a memory

Slowly fading away from me

I'm gonna reach for what I can see

Each detail spreading like leaves on a tree

I'm gonna write myself a story

And my remembrance becomes cloudy

Everything I've done recalled saltily

I haven't had an original thought lately

Every little thing fading shakily

I'm gonna write myself a story 

And maybe, just maybe,

These scars will be the only thing you see

And maybe you'll see

I haven't, not yet, lost me

Broken Road

Everyone needs a friend

Everyone cannot be alone

Those who wish to wish to be alone

Wish to die

For loneliness is a dark place

Along the broken road

I am an angel

Not of light, nor of dark

But I am an angel

The avenging angel

Locked in a brutal war

With the void of loneliness 

Navigating with the world's forgotten at my side

Along the broken road

I walked through the door

And I found her crying

I went to sit with her

The tears flowed out of her eyes

A waterfall of trapped personality

A bandage was wrapped about her head

Stained red with hour old blood

She could barely move

But she cried

And when you beheld her rich brown eyes

You saw a soul inside

But when you beheld her mind

You saw a brain dead victim

Along the broken road

She needed a friend

Someone to help her

So I stayed 

An angel of gray

Combating the loneliness that came

With those stricken by accidents

I stayed with my hand on her shoulder

Watching her soul in her rich brown eyes

Struggle to stay afloat in her muddled mind

But I had to leave her that I may navigate

Along the broken road

Down the hall I opened another door

To a man that stared

At the wall, his eyes blank

He needed a friend he did not want

He wanted for nothing

His soul was gone

Behind his glassy blue eyes

Was a shattered legacy

He had no will, for it had been splintered

Along the broken road

I stood high above the world

And I watched the girl

Not yet a woman, not yet grown

I watched them grimace at each other 

The truth in their eyes reflecting the grim horror

Their souls could not take

I flew to the girl and I took her hand in mine

But she had no soul to register the gesture of kindness

Her body breathed but she did not

Her body was a slave to their machines

And their medicines

But she was not

As they cried and turned the machines off

I led the girl

Along the broken road

Music To Your Ears

Some opt for a whiskey lullaby
Some wish to hear a song of heartbreak
Some want to listen, listen to a warbling love ballad
Some don't want to feel anything at all
But all want music to their ears

Some claim they don't dance
But have never found someone to dance with
Some say they don't sing, no, no
But they haven't found the right song or
Music to their ears

La, la, la, la, la, la
Listen to the wind
Hear the babbling brook
Or drop that bass, bass, oh, oh
Pluck some strings or tap some drums
Listen to a good voice
Or an old, sad, song, oh, oh
Find your music, music
Music to your ears

Up high on the treble clef
Or down low is the bass clef
Flying in between the registers
Or maybe hit a couple of eighth notes, eighth notes
On a good snare drum
Pluck some strings on that guitar
Pull a bow across that violin

La, la, la, la, la, la
Listen to the wind
Hear the babbling brook
Or drop that bass, bass, oh, oh
Pluck some strings or tap some drums
Listen to a good voice
Or an old, sad, song, oh, oh
Find your music, music
Music to your ears

Find your music, music
Music to your
Woah, oh, oh, oh

Listen to the, oh, oh
Hear that, oh, oh
Or drop that, oh, oh
Pluck some, oh, oh, or tap some, oh, oh
Listen to an, oh, oh
Or an, oh, oh, oh
Find your, oh, oh
Music to your ears

Oh, oh, oh
Music to your ears