Where's Wando?

Right now my voice is messed up.  Gonna do a little speech therapy to fix things… but in the meanwhile I can only sing in my low register.  I still need to write… so here’s what I wrote.

Ink

lay me down on black paint

bright lights shine on me

none of it compares to your gaze

not the hazing kind

or the snows divide

or the needles piercing sting

Ill be revealed

pride has held my crutches

glued them to my arms

raise the bright white flag

pour the liquid cure

down our throats some more

and forgive my long lost heart

I’ll be revealed

some see plain white paper

i see open space

throw your ink stained hands down

leave their prints on me

long as i can live

i’ll walk your hands sweet crease

pour the liquid cure

down our throats some more

and forgive my long lost heart.