...where you are...

Max Rosenblum November 10, 2009 at 12:31pm
You stand there stuck in a crossfire,
You cry out reaching for the moon.
It may be cut short, your dire fate,
If today was your last day, you lived too soon.

Black holes have replaced your eyes,
Peel back some layers like sand washes away.
The wind howls an answer from the sky,
My boy, a wildcat, bask in the shadows today.

Nobody knows where you are,
How near or how far,
You have come back and went,
Hear my words a secret sent,
Close your eyes and lean into the wind.

You stand there stuck in quicksand,
A fire blazing to the ground,
Pick up yourself, you target, learn to stand.
Bloodhound, this scent is called sound.

Chorus...nobody knows...

Throw the glass, hear it shatter,
But keep close where you came from.
LIghtning, cracks open a heavenly ladder,
My boy, so fragile, climb up into the sky.

Chorus again.

written by Max Rosenblum and Chad Thropp