Wild Fire

There are gusty winds,
That flamed the fires,
Wild flowers burn,
Mountains of flat tires,
A hammer to nail,
Throbing at my heart,
A burnt down ghost town,
I've grown miles apart

I'm still on my feet,
Bones ready to snap,
Like burnt out matches,
I ain't going back,
The only place I know,
Where I'm safe with you,
Far from the waste land,
Where the fires grew

My feet were like roots,
Fused into the ground,
I'll start my walkin',
Legs ain't rooted down,
One day these soils,
Left me high and dry,
The rivers grew empty,
As the flaming skies

I had turned my back,
Saw all I could see,
The smoke engulfing,
What's left behind me,
The hills growing grey,
Yet nobody seen,
A pasture of plenty,
A mirage of green

Hitchin' on the road,
Has got me nowhere,
Women all lost me,
Dreams scorching the air,
This cannot be heaven,
Though walkin' from clouds,
Has caused me to hear,
Their lies thunder loud

Look across the hills,
Know where I must go,
Through the flames I saw,
An airborn sparrow,
Perched on the branches,
Have yet to be touched,
Letting go needles,
It had always clutched