Frigid, blue skies
Smokey, blistered eyes
Fourty-nine, sixty-two
plus love
Equals me and you
Moutning grey clouds
To the tops of trees
Making dues
And paying fees
Impulsive change
In the darkest places
Boys and girls
Wearing egos on their faces
Tempted to die
And given a gun
Life is only lived
By counts of one
Cole mined hearts
Hard to find and black
Trying too hard to know
What's false and what's fact
I'm not sure where
I find these feelings
But I know, like you
Ineed to do some healing