Friday Song

This Friday song is for my wife.

Let Me Walk

Let me walk with you tonight.
Found a gaping hole in the night.
I looked in the book, but the pages were faded.
I hope the music holds the last bit of light.

Write me a poem I can read to myself.
Make me a promise I can keep to myself.

Promises echo
Across mountains and valleys
‘Til they fall
Broken in the dirt.

The shards of the promises
Slice at the feet
Of those
Who already hurt.

Let me walk with you tonight.
Hold yourself steady on my arm.
We’ll pick us some roses with dew on the petals.
We’ll sing us some songs and spin us some yarns.

Let me walk with you tonight.
We’ll find us a soft place to lie.
We’ll hold each other close in the dark.
Comfort each other when we cry.

Write me a poem I can sing to myself.
Make me a promise I can keep to myself.

Promises echo
Across mountains and valleys
‘Til they fall
Broken in the dirt.

The shards of the promises
Slice at the feet
Of those
Who already hurt.

Let me walk with you tonight.
Put our love to the quest.
Live strange places. Love strange faces.
Hold each other when we rest.