Dragons and Bombs

Feel the cannons burst and the fire fall down,

watch as the world becomes flames,

nothing more than dragon breath,

I'll be your slayer. 

I'll be your slayer, your knight, your everything,

if you let me.

Let me be the fire fighter, the superman, the music maker,

let me.

I feel each pound shake my bones and my sternum cracks under

the pressure of these expectations so

let's become princesses and kings and 

fly far

far 

far away to the lands where

dragons are slay and cannons cease to exist. 

Play a cello for me in the royal court,

the next day a battle march.

Fill my being with the fall and rise of you 

breath-giver

Make my muscles more than just fibers and woven memories,

make my mind more than 

grey and black

throw some splatter.

Pause.

Feel the sunrise as I ride off this morning.

Feel the sunrise as I ride this morning.

Feel me leave.

Goodbye to this land

Hello to cannons burst, fire falls,

dragons are gone,

just bombs and structures and

nothing but broken piano keys splayed out on semi-carpeted floors,

broken from their rightful mother,

kids broken from fathers take

me back into that sun 

don't fade with the stars tonight 

take me back to that hilltop let me be a dragon slayer let

my bones know the method of my madness

let my spirit sway with the importance of today let 

me know what to do with this body I'm given.

I cannot stop bombs but I can swing a sword.

Where are you, bomb slayer?

The dragon slayers are gone.

Come home to here, without the stars.