Holly wont you leave a light in your window
to carry this pauper home
A beacon for a soul you cannot remember
who wanders the freezing cold
Half lit in shadow walk
dust blown through city park
to siren song
Rattle the cattle cage
break from the page of days
well read and torn
Holly don't you ever want to remember
the field where we used to meet?
It's frozen 'neath the bellowing of December
and hum of the city streets
I ride past the city lawns
the streetcars, the Audubon
the window stains
Reflection stares broken glass,
boys eyes in monster's mask
who's spirit fades
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth