Sadly the oil stain is a stayer.

Sadly the oil stain is a stayer.

I would lay my cloak

Like Walter

Worship at your feet

If only I could find you

I would be an old man

With a stick

Terrified of empty dreams

Walking in my sleep

Wandering alone at night

Waiting on a ship

Thunder is as mighty

As the gods of war proclaim

It is the lightning as will smite me

As I walk this dark road home

I would be a soldier

Fight a long lost war

Write a song of grieving

It will shake you to the core

Listen to the stories

Of how love never dies

Be the pen that writes them

Be a truth that never lies