Son from 9 by Danger Painters

Son

Lying in the heat
My heart a hollow screech
I’m so far out of the zone
I’m too far from my soul

I wrote you a letter
But the wind took it away
I wrote you just to ask
Where is my son - today

Wailing like the wild
With blisters on his feet
No moaning or complaining
We just carry the child

I wrote you a letter
But the wind took it away
I wrote you just to ask
Where is my son - today

Rising like the tide
Against that farther beach
Pushing me down
Away from my only heart

I wrote you a letter
But the wind took it away
I wrote you just to ask
Where is my son - today

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