Sal's Song

I have nothing left but candle light
From a summer song not long enough

Conspiring with the sun; compelling dark upon us all
Songs of summer silenced leading into fall

I woke up that morning; the trees molting gold
A poorer man mourning, a breeze oh so cold

A permanent solution to growing pain
Ephemeral quandary suffocating dreams

A criminal act against those you loved
Escaping Albatross; A teenage Atlas shrugged

I woke up that morning; the trees molting gold
A poorer man mourning, a breeze oh so cold
I woke up that morning; my soul filled with holes
A poorer man mourning; a breeze, oh so cold

Did it bring you peace to smoke your last cigarette?
Arid eyes, and a cherry silhouette
A bullet in your pocket, a broken heart
A tiny little hole that tore us all apart
Cathartic is the song singing in my misery
Screaming to the sky, you'll hear its melody
Playing my guitar into eternity
Imprisoned by your life, dying to be free