KEG

Kent Eugene Goolsby

Some Crosses

 

 

The voice inside my head has a with words

And when my muse gets to talking

You know she wants to be heard

So I pay all the attention, that I can afford

And listen for redemption

In the sound of a guitar chord

 

Because some crosses

They have six-strings

And I will help you carry yours

If you give my meaning

 

The heart inside my chest, it lives for the beat

An ancient rhythm

That keeps the dust from settling

And the trials they are many, victories too few

But there's mercy in the pen

So here I am writing this to you

Copyright 2016 Kent Eugene Goolsby