Comes once again amidst this unending flood of emotion.
The guilt and pain, I feel it every, single, day.
The loss, almost too much to bear.
Like wind upon a willows branch,
These whispers speak a lullaby, to peace
This troubled mind and broken clay,
Bind the very substances which lie in tatters.
Oh sweet honey, oh honey bee,
Come wipe away my sorrows and take them up with thee.
Oh sweet honey from Tennessee.
Jack be quick, in endless feeling bring
numbness to this heart, this mind, this soul - Just don’t numb it till its cold.
Burn and burn quick, melt my heart.
Warm me from the inside so unnatural and altering so,
I can take my time, I can bide this life,
Sew it up with the care that means I have seen much anguish all my days.
If I could see the start, know this feeling would be my fall,
To ever hold you in my arms or breathe the sweet vapor of your caress,
I’d see a chance to make it happen, move off this track and ride so free.
But you see, my fate is sealed.
No freedom for now, No speech can surmise it.
No love. For cold has entered where warmth departed,
Replacing light with shadows and shadows with light,
Until my eyes saw nothing natural, no reality in sight.
For a dream is where I live. A dream in which I reside. My Tennessee, and me.