Mark Left Behind
Sun bound, wind driven
As soaring bird over mountain trail
Unencumbered by maddening voices
Imagined, though willing me to fail
Over turbulent ocean and restless sea
You can’t save me, my soul is free
From the burden of love’s loss
With word and deed unsung
No walks through heavy sand
In weary no man’s land
Where sun’s rays are yet to be
You can’t save me, my heart is free
My mark left behind: A trail of notes
Sacred words on sullen canvas
Bleeding sound, one color into another
Ethereal voice to pierce one’s soul
Comfort when reason’s lost its way
In confusion, broken hearts to pay
Walk not alone this earthen path
In numbers, strength be found
When mind speaks its trouble
Illuminating shadow’s rust
A caged heart learns to fly
You can’t save me, my mind is free
But, save yourself you must