The Smoky Mountain Heart
My thoughts of you make the river run wide,
Through the bending hills of my old tired mind.
A rickety house where our children dwell,
Off past the pastures following where our first footsteps fell.
And it's the call of the wind and the whispers of the rain,
In the silence of my eyes where I lost you again.
I find the will through the fallen trees,
As their tattooed skin lays beside me.
And it's through the windows of my aging soul,
That I send these words out into the cold dark world.
I light my tears as gasoline burns,
Through the heat and flames of my heart as I run.
Back to the memories, the memories of you,
But I'm wading through water just to get through.
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