every time i fall i scrape my knees...

and the bottle still breaks when i drop it
but climbing up to my highest dream
a dream of love
the only peak
i ever found worth climbing
i can see the coming day before it lands
and it's worth it

and prairie
where grows hope
from death and dying
is all around me...

i saw an old man in a friend, one day.
i saw an old man as a weathered barn, he smiled toothless and red
when my hand stretched itself out to feel the splinter
he vanished