Heels of steel on hardened feet
brought on by this edgy street
walking with our heads hung low,
trudging- with no place to go.
Weíre just hanging on to love
by threads of cobwebs high above;
dreaming of our fabled knights,
kings and queens with better rights.
Comforts foods made for the brain,
but here Iím standing once again,
left along this lonely street-
with no place to rest my feet.
Is it always cut and dried?
Living life without your eyes
left me with a dark surprise,
I canít seem to shed my ways
leave the past and live my days
for when I try, there youíll be,
always calling out to me,
asking- pleading for me, please,
and Iím begging for release;
I want to leave my bitter past,
shed away this bulky cast
around my soul, around my eyes,
shut away this hard disguise;
turn my life on back around
and find myself on softer ground.