Outskirts of Living — Strong Land

Besides the markers of those gone I will follow

I won’t question you

You know the streets and hiding places

On the outskirts besides the shallows

Tall like looming angels

Fading robes in silence casting shadows

My heart resides in the beats between the city limits and the light years I cannot travel

Besides I wouldn’t anyway I pay them no matter

Cast aside my faded coat to adjust my bones, broken and hanging on by torn flesh and sorrow

What would I know had I never questioned the laws of some lonely fortitude?

Fortunes wasted and unsaved and tossed aside like faulty pride

I won’t leave your side even though I ain’t beside you

I was in your eyes

A shelter after them million miles through never-mind and blindness

Peace they say to those that seek it

Power they taunt to the powerless and meek

Freedom they cry to them that release them

Wealth they offer for those who stole it

Warmth they promise for those cold and alone

Water they pour for the desperate and the weary

Time they count for those on the run

Dreams set forth into the minds of the sleeping

Coyotes and hummingbirds

Colors and blindness

And I follow behind without question