From the recording Homeward
Album - Homeward
By Maggie Vogts
I run a broken path between the pines;
Smoke and ash above and blood behind.
Don’t forget me, Father.
It’s not your fault; don’t bother
Feeling guilty for the life I chose to lead.
“You’re much too young to die.”
Alexander pulled a velvet string.
I knew his lies, but it felt good to believe.
I heard you cry, dear Mama.
But all your tears ain’t gonna
Save me when my own worst enemy is me.
Will you have mercy, stranger? Play a song from home.
The wolves are closing in, and I’m alone.
Play a hymn worth keeping,
where the words ain’t sleeping.
Let me hear the hammer and the balm.
“Go home. You’re too young to die.”