footsteps on gravel at the neighborhood bar
the sound of pain written on the wind
fades to grey and then goes dim
a boy is tied to a barbed wire fence
for the crows to ride and the claws to clench
for the sweet bouquet of blood and bone
to undermine the scent of collegiate cologne
did he make them wonder deep inside?
did they feel like real men when he died?
did the waning moon look down from on high?
did the twinkling stars try to catch his eye?
did the wind caress his flesh and bone?
did they leave him there to die alone?
now the stars are nailed to an empty sky
the moon is pinned like a butterfly
and i'm afraid to shine too bright
since the day they took his life
your good heart to save your neck