Cold Road Weary

Blank on a cold road weary
Full of broken dreams
Dreams that died in a crowd of disillusion
Upon the many road kills of lost hope

No one understands
And that is where it gets so lonely
Visions of a funeral home scenery
On the slab of evoked nightmares

Mental block, Mental block
Doing my best, Fighting, Fighting
On this dreary night
Calling for the Raven’s rapture
Struggling out of this restless plight

Over the sea
I dream, I dream and I dream
Tears falling down
Wishing I had wings

Just want to fly, Fly away
Go where I feel needed
Away, Away, Away
Where I can feel at home

Tears keep falling
Here lies a wreck of a man
But I must pull myself together
For the dreams that could come true

All alone
Yet, I have visions
Of something beautiful before me

It may be miles and miles and miles away
But I will get there
Someway, Somehow

I have to

Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
4/3/11