Boxcar

bending back
over the burden
of crossings and crosses
burning my fortunate eyes
and if i could i surely would
breathe a little lighter
but i’m overcome

terror takes
too many hands to
make me believe what the
looking glass tells me i fear
and if i could i surely would
fight a little harder
but i’m overcome

empty eyes
once filled with crystals and reverie
and love for their fathers
broken backs
under the weight of it all
and if i could i surely would
stand dream a little wider
yeah, if i could i surely would
stand a little taller
but i’m overcome