B..Thoughts

I lay broken and think of home
the creeking gate and the pebble path,

I lay broken and torn
holding my life in with my hands,

My slayer casts an eye of sorrow

upon me

and offers me his eyes of peace.

He walks away his head hung low
carring the burden of mankind.

My heart beat was in his hands
and his in mine,

I think of home
and long to walk that pebble path
and hear that old gate creek

But all my thoughts drain away
into Mother earth,

WAR WAR what is it worth?