A drifter I was born and a drifter I will die
I’ll forever ride alone with ice in my eye
My thoughts will wrestle gut as I get by
Never again will I fall for foolish lies
Like a lone wolf learning to survive
Hour by hour, I will stay alive
Behold, darkness will fall; this will be my call
There’s nothing left to lose, nothing at all
A slave I was born and a slave I will die
Some hearts have no space for love’s lie
Some were born alone, wandering; no ally
Some hearts get broken and never heal right
Some hearts grow colder with each grain of time
When there is no love some hearts just die
Behold, darkness will fall but this is my call
There was nothing left to lose, nothing at all
A poet I was born and a poet I will die
To see the beauty of the world from my eye
And save it for myself; I vow my tongue tied
For there’s no beauty to share; I feel blue inside
Nobody shed a tear, nobody blinked an eye
The day the unknown poet inside of me died
Behold darkness is crude with no patience for soul
Like the crack of a whip I’ll labor as the hours roll
Originally Published December 30, 2012