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This is for my childhood best friend |
A mountain of dirt Scrapped up knees, dirty elbows Wrestling, fighting, tugging King of the mountain it was called The strongest won ... Scrapped up knees, dirty elbows You stood by me on those mounds Queens of the dirt made up strong Queens of the hill made us tough Was it the mountain that led us to find strength? Or the trials and tribulations to get tot he top? Or maybe our faith in each other? That faith .. unspoken words of truth in each other Like sand, we were grains of servants; dirty, gritty Swept of our childhoods not easy Determination to overcome hardships Overcoming them together Walking on Hope, hours of cheap therapy Speaking of tough times, fun times, and mischievous times Legs carrying those jabber jaws Spitting words of alcoholic dads, gambling moms, fucked up moms Sex young, molestations of raped childhoods And growing up too soon ... Walking on hope Hoping the cracks would mend the past Cracks deepened as we ages; jabber jaws carried away by legs We drifted as if we slipped on some ice in to The seaweed infested lake of Sanford Currents, strong currents separated us Times passed, we changed Locations changed, run away jabber jaws drowned me Days, months, years passed I found myself alone, my jaw broken Was yours? How did yours break? Mine? I slithered through the cracks of Hope Slammed in to a rock and shattered like glass Time tic-tocked away from Hope Road I swept away through uncertainty with no backbone Trying to figure out who I was without you With no yellow line to separate the lanes ... You, for so long was the bright yellow center to keep me sane Running time far from you Dead end roads, trials and tribulations we could not share Cancer to our dads, pills to our dads, gambling moms, fucked up moms Jail, babies and the whiskey bottle Dead end roads away from our yellow centers of Hope Yet, as the sun rose day after day We followed the stars as if they were our rays to fill the space Separated roads twisted, turned, curved, and t-boned back in to each other On Hope As it seemed, my moon was your moon We dreamt on the same night sky Eventually stumbling back in to each other your guiding yellow light never died in my soul It was one tiny pirate that never burned out It led me back to hope, leading us back to, well, us Trials and tribulations, scrapped up knees, dirty elbows Only now, a little more used up and worn out But still, as we were, as we are, still us Queens of the mountain only now, grains of sand no longer turning to mud when it rained But rather, diamonds in rough Shined up and set on the same shiny band ... Side by side Through the backwoods of faith in each other Even in the darkest of nights lost on the back 40 Our yellow center lines are each others lights, our backbones Our ride to die bright lights taking us through life together on Hope |