I ran a trail of fire

Through the meadow paths

Guided by the river banks

And trees from which

They'll have me hang



Keep running away from the fire

Keep running away from the light

Til it's gone



Are all our summers

At one with the ground?

And everything I loved you for

A trail of fire from the door

That leads me to a hiding place

And locking me inside



How loud this blade of grass

How long til' eventide?

The dark that shroud

Your loving neighbor



He's the one who lit the paper

While the reason's unexpressed

And the sources undetermined

The innocent are voiceless



The voiceless are innocent

Should I cut the middleman?

Just dig a hole and throw me in

Say a prayer to my loving savior

He's the one who lit the paper



From them I strip the title

Extinguished and misuse

And all our engraved memories

Are unsuccessful remedies

I'm sick of papering the cracks

And extinguishing the fire tracks



Though flawed by design

I'm torn from the strife

That did pile at the door

But is feared no more



Though I once wedded her

And her want was to play

As another's arms held

Took her wanting away



Questions on top of questions

Don't think that

It is too late for me



Unsung, untied, unalive