The Fire

From the top of my tree

I thought I could see you

From each branch as I

Worked my way around

Leaving darling I'm here

Carved in each I passed

Hoping you would admire

My attempt to outlast

The beating rain like a

Sheet on the line



A fire's coming

And it's coming for

You soon my son

Tell me will

You be ready? 

Is my question

To you my love



And I've grown

Accustom to things that

I will never understand

Maybe when I die I can

Come down and put Your

Hand on my shoulder

My heart feels so young

But my bodies getting older

God I'm standing here

With an open heart



A fire's coming

And it's coming for

You soon my son

Tell me will

You be ready? 

Is my question

To you my love