burial shroud

you think yr so weak
but yr stonger than me
love always crushes me
under its feet.

you on the other hand
live by your plans
things you can hold away
from love's stong demands

a stone in the earth
a rock in the creak
funny how air and gravity meet.


dunno what lessons
i was sposed to learn
maybe "playin with fire
will sure getcha burned"


so water and air, i swallow them both
one for my brain, one for my throat.

and earth, well, just take it and cover me up
but before you do put fire in a cup
and toast to the thing that kept me with you
hope and its last great hurrah," love me, do."