Horses

Horses - Sean Rowe

The great blue sky was moving with his bike

As he flew past the dollhouse cut-outs

All suggesting signs of life

There were voices in the wood

He didn't know if he had it right

They didn't know if he would listen

But they were thinking that he might

He could not articulate that kind of doom

There was something in the silence

Like suggestions from the moon

And at night he leaves the light on

Little child, I have come

I will go through the rain and snow if you keep me on your side

Lay your head, do not fear

The gun we're under

The rolling thunder

Is just one side of the wall

There were countless times

He knew there was more to take

Through the veneer of empty smiles

In between all the hands and shakes

He pulled back the flesh

Behold a human machine

With eyes so cold and vacant

Only statues could believe

He could not get his young mind around the bend

Yet the polish, it would not stick

And the truth will never end

still tonight he leaves the light on