The Gypsy

By arm and leg the best of us gets dragged away, at an early age

Some more fortunate than others

Like a rag doll, you keep me close to your heart

But only when you need to feel safe

Liken a god who seems to be here, until a tragedy strikes then he disappears

It was so hard to witness

Like a sharp pain in my stomach, consuming everything but hate on the inside

Is it not true that a heart sinks, when you let it fall?

You let this one fall and there's no one left to blame

A thief without a face

(you wonder why we’ve grown so far apart)

Miles away, you stay strangled up in your ways just begging for change

300 miles north of the state you strayed away, just to find yourself

Miles away right where you lay

While your blood is running out of my veins and onto the streets, just flooding all the drains

And as I dwell on the past I look down and see the red on my hands once again

Stay miles away, miles away, right where you lay

You've disappeared once again

The truth is it's hard to look in your eyes when I see you

You’ve made it harder by the day, since July, 1990

The gyspy's one her way to find her fairytale ending

My god, there's no such thing

How much is enough?

Tell me what is enough?

Is this what it's like to lose a maker?

Is this what it's like?