War Is Kind
Mother you saw my eyes on the 4th of July under a banner of roman candles. Mother, war is kind like hell, but I am fine.
Brother, have you gone west? You followed through once, yes. You are still young, how dare you forget? Brother, war is best in the morning when you've had rest.
Like a lost dog between houses in the unknown open country. Light a baton to see who's missing. My age is a metaphor that only speaks of everything before.
Daughter, you wear my name. Those are my eyes, keep them raised. I may have scars, but I give more than I take. Daughter, war is safe where you are, far away.
My lover, are you gone? My heart has taken too much on. One octave lower than thunder and drums. Lover, war is done, in more ways than just one.
Like a lost dog between houses in the unknown open country. Like an outlaw now standing at the foot of infinity, the sun is wild just in front of me.
Shoutouts for All Day And All Night, Everybody Pays As They Go & On Up The Mountain. Jakob Dylan