A post card

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The fleeting whisper of the woods

 

I woke up this morning
with thoughts of changing ways

in bitter tongues I spoke the words
I’ve never longed to say

inside the mind that makes it up 
my better angels sleep in bed
awake to speak “another’s gone”
they found my cousin layin’ dead

You know I never saw myself
as anything but livin’
to
tell the truth without them
life could never be the
 same
I walked on by on nights
that kept me hidden from their sadness
now I’m just
 one
without the ones who share my name


And I’m alone inside my head

just singing songs without a band
I know the kids who crashed and burned
the ones we’ve buried with our hands
I know a special little girl
that should’ve
 brought tomorrows smiles
my
hurt was lost out in those woods
and I ride dirt for miles and miles ©

i just can’t help it

I can’t help that I say funny things
it just heals me more than cryin’
and those country songs I love to sing
feel better to me than dyin’

Can’t help that I can’t help myself
walkin’ like I’m trying to run
forgetting my boots and untying my roots
spinnin’ clocks with no socks in the sun

I still know where I came from
and these cuts on my toes
they remind me of highways
of kin that I’ve known
and chances of blood stain
only ruins my socks
what’s the meaning of making me
so cut from the rocks?

But if you ever come this part of town
or past the mail box it’s ok
to spin a match stick from your gown
then twirl around to light my day
I need to feel you taste my own
tomorrows smiles from where you’ve been
a touch perfected bone to bone
the breath of walkin’ skin on skin

But for now I can’t help it
and don’t really regret it
maybe some day we meet
and you can’t help but smile
I can’t help who life made me
or forget the artist that gave me
His canvass of mile after mile ©