Smoke - Lisa Lois

Fire on the hill

Blood on the ground

Not what you’d see on the good side of town

Not what you think gone in the blink of an eye

Did he know?

Silent and still

His broken prayer

Falls from his lips

Feathers shading in thin air

Falls to his knees

Breathing his sweet lullaby

And he knows?

But could he tell

Stuck like a horse on a carousel

All of the plans that he made in cell

May as well be smoke… smoke…

What’s left undone

Pours from his side

Soul fades away as an ambulance cries

So close to home

There all alone in the dark

And he knows!

But could he tell

Stuck like a coin in a wishing well

All of the plans that he made in cell

May as well be smoke… smoke…

Last night somebodies baby

Last night somebodies baby died

And could he tell

Stuck like a horse on a carousel

Just like a coin in a wishing well

All of the plans that he made in cell

May as well be smoke… smoke…