The sun shines brighter in the sky
Raindrops remnant on the leaf
A darkness spreads inside my soul
I quietly drink my grief.
A song of Innocence lost beneath
the trodden conscience on the ground
The sunshine fails to obliterate
the pain; the dirges have no sound.
The wound still reeks of bourbon breath
that raged inside the bolted door
The hand still dreads the iron fist
that dragged me merciless, across the floor.
Those eyes still kiss the open sky ,
still drink the power that pain subdued
I walk, still nameless, in the crowd,
the sun shines on, as I lie bruised .