father & son

Spun and spat out twisted and turned
The sun she rises
and smiles on the earth with her eyes
no surprises

cold on my back no coat and no care
cut by the crispness in the air
no way to let go what I haven’t got
these hands won’t hold it anyway

never saw you cry your way out of the womb
never saw your face light up as I walk into the room
fingers bleed from trying to crawl out of the tomb
sunset only brings a different kind of gloom

Sun crawls back underground
earth unravels tangled in black
fall forever in the sweat sea
no turning back

another year older, mangled and burned
The sun still rises
and gazes on the earth with her eyes
no surprises

yes I’m cursed to be my father’s son
Spun and spat out twisted and turned
desperate to let go what I didn’t want
these feet are flying anyway

now I’m blessed to be my father’s son
blessed to see your face light up as I walk in the room
I’ve been given the strength to escape the tomb
Though I can never return to the womb

Sun sighs red it’s last
earth unravels its blanket to sleep
I stretch out, uncurled relaxed
Know Your love so deep