Stones

The war was long
And it took its toll
They got the bridge
But they left the troll
The shotgun shells
Where the grass is high
In every crowd
I can see their eyes

The dusty rooms
The tin roof shacks
The pilgrims clothed
In their burlap sacks
And the garbage smoke
Always hanging in the air
And the orphans' scars
Their empty stares

Computers hummed
The gatlings growled
They trampled the fields
They shot the cow
When the moon was high
The light was lit
The shots rang out
The ground was split

The West has put
Its spell on me
With its early rains
And its redwood trees
Where the stones lie still
And don't explode
So far away
From this broken road



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Morrell
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