Splintered wood of a rigid barn floor
Tilt a whirl that keeps on spinning round
Through the ribcage deep inside your core
Drifting above like clouds, watching the ground

Plaid shirts, dirt and gun smoke fill the air
Broken bottles shattered without heed
Winter takes the sun and leaves trees bare
Lost in twilight blind to what you need

Disappearing innocence and grace
Somber remarks through a hollowed mind
Volumes speak as they look upon your face
Life not lived and yet left to rewind

The sparkles of the shadows move the day
Leaving solitude forever state of gray