golden hair

the list of things i'd give my heart for
eyes desperately, tearfully forward
heart prisoner to the past
the questioner won't be the last

you hear everything too fast, child
passion affects that raw heart
lessons learned from the start
emotions like residue will tear you apart

build walls of imaginary future around you
the safety they sell you is false and fake
cold credit cards will haunt your every step
they never told you why jesus wept

i could answer everything for you
but when an answer lacks in myself
i would offer anything i had for you
would your answer for me sit on a shelf
the heart you could never touch
the pain you could never heal

growing cold in all your concrete ways
limited on perception and slave to days
if only that mind could feel the sun's rays
secrets shine within that golden face
justice is a game the pawn plays

give everything to the ground beneath you
let go and walk away
sun shines to urge you further
steps along a path leading to grey

memories like lizard tales
accusations from your delusions
swords in a chest of treasures
      jewels are worthless unless they speak