burned black

was there a moment
we've forgotten
when we might have saved the best
had we put away
our madness with the guns
had we promised more
but less than we could
carry on our backs

never took from one
another's happiness

remembered now
the way we were
was not our way to turn
believed in something more
than could be seen
our turning back
was not for gold
this love we knew as wealth

the house was gone
and all the fields
burned black

might we wait again
tho answers held no honor
we looked for truth
yet there was none to be
none we had deserved
whatever pride
we felt before
was taken back
til nothing much remained

feathers falling
smoke into the sun

another dream
was paradise unfolding
as buffalo beneath a grieving moon
for who would we become
without forgiveness
a lonely child
a broken man
a woman old and young

too many miles
and I've forgot
the way it feels to feel