Black shield and acoustic guitars
you come and sneak me into this dark, real world.
Silent mornings of smoky Saturdays, we make an unknown
team.

From chord to chord,l hang on you, you hang on me
slowly revealing our eyes of hope.

l need this kind of life to stay awake, l grab
my iron trails and become the object on a wooden
shelf.

Far horizons are only reachable
when l use
my own...