My regards to the animal I was,
a lion awake--
you dragging sticks along my cage.
But I should’ve known
we tease each other when we’re fond,
I recall our shadows on the sidewalk,
as tall as we made our Goliaths out to be--
and I’m losing hold
of all the people that I knew
if you don’t have a thing to say,
it’s better that we keep a little distance
when I’m already told,
“Don’t be so eager
when she goes, ‘Dear, I’m lost.’”
It was my mistake
and wasn’t me to leave this way,
but keeping on that, “Hope you’re well”.
When it’s hard to say
what’s keeping us alive and safe,
please, calm me down
if every word is a roar too loud.
But would you carry me,
with the things that you don’t need
if I’m not getting any lighter all this time?
And if it leaves me uptight,
when my friends leave me behind,
I’d sing, “We have all got a lot of work to do.”
You’d sing, “We have all got a lot of work to do.”
from Urban Soul,
released July 26, 2013
Patrick Burke, Andrew Kuhar, Nicholas Kuhar