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?