May 13th, 2022
Smoke got in my eyes, by d.s.l.

Smoke got in my eyes, 

I am sorry, I have made myself cried

Smelling the burn in my tears 

I have lost touch with my short years

The day was new when I first arrived, 

Flowers had bloomed from grass once dried

To be a traveler among the woods of life,

I could walk the earth and see the sky 

 

I find the paths ahead of me, 

To be the one my father could be

I find the paths ahead of me, 

To be the son, my mother would love me

I rage towards those miles, 

To lose some life for some delights

The moss now drench my feet,

The pull so harsh of marsh and peets 

What have I done to life,

That smoke must have got in my eyes

 

So now I am alone with me,

Also with me just bees and trees

I thought I should die here, 

To hear the dirt that dulls my fears

That day must come to near, 

When I walk this life but as a seer

Now I am within these woods again,

I won’t cry more about my years, 

Goodbye, Goodbye, you Rise and Tries

No more will smoke gets in your eyes