your heart spans across mountain peaks tangling in saguaro, sage and tumbleweed I hear your song in the crescent glow resonating in the valley deep below a shadow of all you yearn to be all the while your heart is bleeding a shroud covers the mirror of you soul not quite blanketing all of the holes bodily, you are not even close to all you need and want the most wrapped in paper in a city prison from late at night till the sun has risen toiling hard for your escape saving all that you can scrape one day they'll look and find you gone no longer just a working pawn