Where life outran me
If there came a day
Where life outran me
I would return to my
Parents home
Beaten by the world
Weathered by time
And caked in mud
I would hang my head
But when I arrive
The house is empty
My parents laid to rest
In a grassy bed
I would close my eyes
And rest with them
Recalling how
Tall they stood over me
Maybe ill be tall
When I am older
My parents learned to grow
After the fields
And the grass would see me
Growing from my
Parents bed
Then It would smile