And I Don’t Sleep on a Bed of Bones Anymore

I’m going to be a fireman when the flood waters
roll back
Trees have grown in the desert since
you left
And I don’t sleep on a bed of bones
anymore

Everything you touched turned to flame
You burned dark,
beautiful
unrestrained
Too wild to survive, you burned to destroy
And I never touched you,
hoping some water would come to save us all.

But you dried out the world with your scorching words
You created a desert where once there was
green moss
and
dew
drops
You took a life of plenty and made it a barren place

And there in that desert,
Surrounded by your fire
I burned, burned, burned
As I slept with the death of my dreams
The loss of your hope
The decay of our love
And the ghost of every “What if” I never had the breath to say

I’m going to be a fireman when the flood waters
roll back
Trees have grown in the desert since
you left
And I don’t sleep on a bed of bones
anymore

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