YouTube video linkDirt On My Hands

© 2014 Gary Eisenbraun; all rights reserved.

You came from a mystical dream,
that I left at the side of the road.
I let you get too far inside,
when the truth began to explode.
I think about what I can't understand,
the river that's flowing into me.
I gave you the easy way out,
it's something I never could see.

But I feel the weight of the stone,
and love ...with the dirt on my hands.
Didn't know you when you were alone,
before you got buried in sand.

If I'm just a piece of the truth,
it will haunt me again and again.
Didn't think I could chart out the future
to the circus (that came at the end).
All I got is a question
that ties like a noose to the past.
What seemed like an innocent word
turned around a little too fast.

But I feel the weight of the stone,
and love ...with the dirt on my hands.
Didn't know you when you were alone,
before you got buried in sand.
And I want to search for the end,
but I feel the dirt on my hands.
The cycle now is starting to bend.
There's a rhythm I can't understand.

As I chip away at myself,
I can see your face in my mind.
I knew about all the darkness
that you wanted so badly to hide.
I can feel all of your pain
like a wind so soft in the night.
I just want to find a way
to turn the black into light.

But I feel the weight of the stone,
and love ...with the dirt on my hands.
Didn't know you when you were alone,
before you got buried in sand.
And I want to search for the end,
but I feel the dirt on my hands.
The cycle now is starting to bend.
There's a rhythm I can't understand.

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