Kanawha

Where does the sky meet the dirt?

Where does the colour bleed into it?

Focusing, all eyes low

Put some energy into it

I am a crazy piece of work

I am an iron flown trust in

About a river running black

I heard the Kanawha's burning

Cover all of the shame

Forget those strings that follow you

Brace yourself for more of the same

Just a little rage that follows you