The Earth is still enough to hear,
The gentle breaking of my heart,
Underneath a calm veneer,
I crumble, tumbling apart;
Echoes of the words I said,
Question if those words were right,
Run them over in my head,
As the day folds into night;
Sky looks like it might combust,
Strike a match, start a fire,
Will it crumble down like dust,
When the flame snuffs in it's pyre,
Or will it simply slowly rust,
Like an old abandoned spire,
Either way the night is just,
Waiting for sunset to expire;
The wind is kind enough to wake,
Me from the same old wasted dreams;
In this game of give-and-take,
I've given all and now it seems;
I've gotten nothing in return,
Except this gently breaking heart;
Skyline continues to burn,
Barely holding back the dark;
Sky looks like it might combust,
Strike a match, start a fire,
Will it crumble down like dust,
When the flame snuffs in it's pyre,
Or will it simply slowly rust,
Like an old abandoned spire,
Either way the night is just,
Waiting for sunset to expire.
credits
from Edge of a Broken Dream,
track released November 8, 2019
Written / recorded by Scott E. Wells
Scott's lyrics are heavily influenced by the story tellers his Dad listened to on their many road trips to their favorite fishing destinations. Scott currently resides and records in Fargo, North Dakota.
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