“Grey-eyed” is dancing in the sand,

painting pictures with feet and hands.

His smile pulls a trigger in my heart

and makes me feel again.

No other has eyes like him,

grey and green painted deep.

Angels sing the tunes of heaven

when in my arms he falls asleep

Sing for me “Grey-eyed”

the songs in your head,

the words in your heart.

Sing for me “Grey-Eyed”

Let me feel,

the deepest love to feel.

Dance with me grey eyes.

I walk with him, hands in hands,

on the road that is my life.

I see how the sun sets at the end,

and he’ll walk all the way with me.

He’ll never let me go,

to the end of the road we’ll go.

Past pains from those who hated,

to joy from each other.

And if you,

sing “Grey-eyed”

I’ll take you to the moon and back

buy some stars

and let you fly with me

Sing for me “Grey-eyed”

the songs in your head,

the words in your heart.

Sing for me “Grey-Eyed”

Let me feel,

the deepest love to feel.

Dance with me grey eyes.

Dance with me.

Grey eyes



“When Autumn Comes, She Dies”

She came in spring.

When the snow melted,

and left behind

the sad days from dark times.

From the ground, she grew

towards a kind sun,

casted shadows over villages and towns.

As she grew she formed

red balls of sweet.

We harvested it

and thanked her for it.

Then the sun went distant,

left behind memories of warmth.

As the leaves reflect the setting life.

She bends down,

she cries.

She dies.

“Born Under The Bridge”

I was born,

under a bridge

which runs.

To them old factories.

And I grew,

like a dying plant

between gases

and sand.

I’m a man,

coming from a bridge.

Over the river,

where my mom did;

Throw me down below,

to the darkness of the soul

of this town’s bridge.

I was born,

under a bridge.

I heard,

kids laughing here.

And I screamed,

my mother’s name

That made

them run away.

I’m a man,

a child of God.

Whom threw

me away.

And nobody went to search,

this baby crying hurt.

For I’m simply a man.

A simple, little man.

From a bridge without name.

“Shoot The Hound”

My mum always told me when I was young,

where to hide.

When daddy came from work so late,

he couldn’t smile.

And I remember how he hit,

my mum’s heart.

I left home to find,

a place where I could cry.

The trees were high

up the road.

It felt like I did know.

Where I was,

where to go

but momma never told.

She never told me,

where to go.

And I hit him dead,

and he fell down.

I locked my gun

shot the hound.

“The Swallow”

I have a swallow in my closet.

There, it has sung to me

the deepest secrets I couldn’t understand.

The answer of why I live.

So the swallow danced

and showed me the world.

There I saw blood,

there I saw pain in my soul.

I begged the swallow,

to show me something else.

So it showed me it’s feathers,

drenched in oil so black.

Oil made from the crushed dreams

we all try to forget.

The weight of the truth

pushed me to it’s eyes,

When the swallow blinked

I fell a tear with surprise.

When it blinked again

I fell to my knees.

And when it blinked again

i fell it’s wings around my tears

And maybe it was because I felt safe,

or maybe because I wasn’t;

that I let the swallow grab me.

It grabbed my nightmares and locked them in a closet.

And for a short time,

while I saw the world beneath my feet,

I felt like nothing could touch me,

no problems I could reach.


You saved my soul

last night when we talked.

You took med down

from the hanging rope.

Your hand touched my heart

I felt like flying high,

my dark past took me down

and I slowly sank.

Why couldn’t you do

like you did once before

grab my heart with your light soul

and pull me out of this rotting sand.

I feel like a fool

to have trusted you at all

you’re like the other monsters

I never let go.

And so I lay down on my bed,

my body full of pills.

I wonder when they’ll start

and this sad song will end.