Sandra Mccracken Violet Eyes
Violet eyes, white cloud skies
She was plainly ordinary
No silver wings, no big dreams
She never bothered anybody
No gamble, no risk
No clenching her fist
When you close your eyes
It won't help you forget...
One day more or less
One more longing envy, for greener grass
Anything to please
fill this hole in me.
Wounded soul, no home to go to
But really nothing so unusual
She learns to deal, and maybe not to feel
And leaves the light on while she's sleeping
Is there more than breathing
Or motionless hoping for...
Kindred ties, orphan lies
Easier to run than reconcile
Mountain highs, cursed nights
When you run, you drag it all behind...
