Lay Springs Road

He rode a Harley.

He was a long haired country boy rebel without a cause.

He swore he would get out of here.

He even took me with him,

Even tho I'm not sure he really wanted to.

We left Lay Springs Road in the fall.

He was taller than the skyscrapers in Atlanta.

He pointed out the Capital was gold.

He was tan and wore jeans with holes in the knees.

He inflicted pain.

He smelled like beer and cigarettes and summertime.

He hated me.

I loved him anyway.

He blamed me.

He accused me.

He asked me to sing.

He was cruel.

He made me laugh.

He set the bar for love incredibly high.

I fell short,

but I loved him anyway.

I ran away

but he left me first.

A cigarette hole burned in my fragile heart.

I craved the pain.

I was too much for him.

I tried to save him.

He lost touch with himself and his mind.

Found an imaginary cause for the rebel.

I was a reminder of something that did not belong to me.

I found him on a balcony in the dark,

We didn't have to speak.

The truth is not trite but gentle,

tho blame is a heavy shield.

He said we didn't care.

He said we moved on with out him.

He said we left him alone.

He sad no one came to see him.

He said he had no friends.

He didnt say it was my fault.

He didn't have to.

I'm still here!

I screamed inside.

I'd always been.

I watched the skyscraper crumble under the moon,

The Capital was tarnished.

He disappeared the next morning.

He broke my heart.

He had broken it years ago,

When he was the first man to make me love him.

When he was my Dad.

His ghost forever leaving Lay Springs Road.