Zebra

Zebra - This Town Needs Guns

Caught forever on paper torn tethered

Time sends it's regards from pictures that never saw

The light of day

Just tucked in a box and hoarded away

So that eyes could never gaze upon faces of old

Memories that I had longed to hold

So hold me now

That I am not strong enough to hold myself

I am old enough now to know better

To bare my 'cross

Alone