…the crows are watching from the wire.
They know the weight inside my coat. They
know the river’s rising higher, With a
heavy tune stuck in my throat.
Walking this highway alone, going home to
see my Father, over Jordan where nobody
weeps and nobody lies. Soon be free from
every trial.
Crossing through the valley. To where the
sirens wail, no more. Leaving the headlights
behind, with a shadow on the gallows. With,
debts paid.










