these are you tears
i’ve kept them in my
jar of a memory
to pour out on your ashes
as you pass from this
world to the next
the imagery is unclear
and thats how i want
to remember you

knife and pistol at the ready
homeward bound and moving steady
all in all the surest path
was got by fate alone

seven tried to turn me back
seven now dead on the track
well I may not know where I’ve been
but now I’m going home