SPITWIT-(forged in fire)

FIFfULL

Forward bound
to nowhere
yet in sight.
dragging daggers
behind our carts at night.
Keep it safe,
and protect,
We are learning to collect.
We are safe,
terrified,
We thank god we are alive.
Following paths that
lead us out of town.
Traveling for days,
through fields, over hills
Friendly fiends all abound,
but when the sun must comes down
don't you fret or show a frown
We will sit a little bit colder now at night, but the warmth of the campfire is nicer with you all around.
Forward through a brand new view
that was obscured, and is waiting for me

But how do I live off the same, as if
I were never my own reason for blame

far away so far far away
isn't even in our realm
was a time when we spoke
and I was so happy
but I have changed
Thinking of you is living in hell

much better off all on my own
living silently always laying quietly
always wanted nothing more.

ending lives
each ones a time im looking for
I will always end with so much more
I will always lead you out the door

I am walking through this field
Big brown and empty
A sky thats blue and
there are no clouds around, it's empty

The land is dry as a single plant sits in the middle of this place that I stand; waiting for water, holding out my hands.

Waiting for water next to this plant if it's still alive than how is it wet

I weep for the weeks then I lay breathless, dry, and barren of any water.

Maybe to offer a sacrifice
Destroy this plant that was alive
to Get the things we need in life.

please the gods and honor their magic skies they fill with clouds of a massive size. Ne need for tears when water arrives
A land with no drought is where happiness lies.

their rain that will fall down and fill the fields with ears of maize as we all sit on our knees and praise for this gold we get when paid through pain.

"A thousand feet in the sky."
"Going nowhere it is needed."
"Flying around without any eyes."
"This creature will not be defeated."

Slated bartender fulfills up all of the slacks
All of the the people who's skilled jobs that they lack And without money and fame people wouldn't work the same they would feel defeated.

I've been driving in this country and I'm proud to eat the dirt under my boots and leaves for nickels that I use to buy packs at the shop in the city of dread, fret the night as soon as it'll be you'll be dead.

I cut with cards as the limbs of the flames
Flutter off afar and spiral out into the daze
My humid room summer sweat and nows the weather couldn't be more wet
As the cloud drops off all of its rain
And the crickets get a drink of the water they need to sing in the morning each day

A man stands with his kite in the sky outside a cold weather but his kite still stands high. Another old man sits at a bench nearby who's feeding the birds in the zen of early rise. Some playing frisbee but i will stay with me always staying inside

Flinty fingers I bring us the lilacs

flutter and linger the hummingbirds songs all lack that sweet sounding sound so softly calling out to all and onto me

the free sounding notes all laid out by the bird all on the wind, off the tip of its wing singing away so carelessly encouraging all of nature's wonderful animals to sing

and the trees will all be shuffling and the owls will be howling. The bees will be buzzing and the crickets will be creaking.

And as the moon sets down for the night let nature's lights fill you with delight, a lightning bug left on your cheek.