Analog Missionary

Walk To The Sun

Analog Missionary


Watching the sky
Pour out the rain
Onto the fields 
That the sun has burned
Pass through the woods
Mountains of stone
Breathe through my hands
Stiff from the cold

Walk through the rain
Down dirty streets
Walk by the woods
Where the robbers sleep
Come out at night 
With the fireflies
Move through the shadows 
Of a moonless night

You love yourself 
Your life's been vane
You run the course 
Like a building aflame
Trick of a lie 
Touch of a love
You come undone with
The smallest of shoves