I have some debt to pay carried upon my shoulders how heavy this burdon weighs my torn muscles remind me of what brought me here too much too fast blasting trough my years My pockets so shallow it hurts to dig for more to pay the piper and weather the storm feeding a need can dig into you and learning to bleed could bear some promise Father to abandonment of a sleeping giant who will wake and end it all if you look directly you will become witness to the dying tree which is me
