A night in the gallows, a night in an inn,

A night in a tavern, no one’s going to win,

A day in the streets a-walking about, settling down for my daily scout.

It is coin I seek for my endeavors, but it is not like it comes at the flick of a lever.

One song, two songs, three songs, four, Then it is time to sing some more.

Being a bard is a lovely job, but not for those who aren’t lost.

I have travelled the world Searching for someone to take my mind off of you I failed on my mission And now I can’t help but crave your stew :)))

Across several seas And the oceans so vast I dreamt of my journey That I’ve surpassed

I saw seven wonders I saw many the lands I walked those with my feet I felt those with my hands

My eyes didn’t deceive Nor did my head My map was the needle My heart was the thread

I never had plans Of where I would roam But no matter the feeling There’s no place like home

I've traveled far and wide, to places others may try to hide. I've seen the night skies in quiet fields, and the world's highest peaks, their majesty revealed. Yet nothing compares to you, my dear, my feelings for you are crystal clear. I may as well compare them to the boundless space so wide, I love you in more ways than words can describe. So I write in hopes of touching your heart, For saying "I love you" is just a start.

I saw the wonders of the world, and searched for memories within them. Time passed, and meaning was never found. Searching for my heart in ephemeral things created a void in me. In spite of my loss, I found something else. A home, a purpose found in you. I was running from what I desired all along, a place to belong.

Roses red as blood Upon a thorn stalk Poison berries of the forest deck their garden walks Oh, don’t you wish They were sweet as they seem? They’d only seem that way when the demons scream

I drove the rental car off the docks right into the ocean Cigarettes from the previous driver rose and floated out the open window and to the surface I sank with it for a few seconds Savored the machine's last putter, last mechanical breaths Salt water rushed in to pin us to the sand

For the many pairs of arms that have held me Maybe for comfort, mine or theirs, for love, for sex, for kindness, for sorrow Have never failed to cling to me, each and every one Between the wrinkles of my mind like a popcorn kernal between my teeth

For the golden lights of city after city Crickets singing in the mountains on summer nights, after the temperatures have dropped for the day like I dropped the ball on Christmas

I have never felt more peace than when I was dying together with that old beat up car We were one in the same, so many people and places we weren't supposed to be I've never returned though I wonder if the people from ten years ago think about me I wonder if the people from last year even think about me I think about everyone

The first gasp of air after breaking the surface was the most painful Maybe I should've stayed inside, at least died somewhere, with allegiance to something, even if it was just a rusty car I walked away from the docks, leaving the rental and every stain and reminder to the sea floor

Beauty beyond belief Almost stale

Every place I’ve been But no one left to tell

Once it was a dream A fantasy

But now all too real And no more family

From east to west North to south

I’ve run out of space Just stories of my mouth

Soon I will be unable to move Left to drag myself alone

My freedom was my enlightenment And my undoing

Redeem me and I’ll feed you Care for me and I’ll sow you Plant a tree and let it be Ease your grip and set me free

I’m not yours to keep Not yours to use, not yours to bruise I’m yours to lose and soon you’ll slip Into the deep darkness of my creeks

Love me and I’ll be your home Be me or be left alone Survive or die with no pumpkin pie No leaves in spring, no big blue skies

Together we thrive, apart we die The two of us are tied, bound Together since the beginning of time But I will not call you divine

Cause when you’re gone Life will gone on

The floor is strangely still under my feet I sway because it’s not swaying enough After so many months on a boat I can’t help but feel unstable on stable ground

The room is too small Too quiet Too crowded Because the grand explorer I am is finally home

I am home but I never felt more stranded I miss my boat and the feel of everything on it The sea on my face, the wind in my ears And for only music the waves

I am home and where I wanted to be But I’m already away In my head dreaming About my next travel