Slow Burn

Finding peace in a small town is like watching a doe at sundown

Patienting waiting gently for a moment’s surprise

These golden hills in winter ain’t no perfect photo filter

But their hues do shine likes summer’s dying wishes

And there ain’t no use in whispering like secrets we keep from our neighbors

All the wounds beneath our hides are plain to see

I never yearned for the hurtin’ of the letting go of persons, places, and things that make the streets seem a humble abode

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It’s a slow burn, I can see the leaves have turned

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Let me work when I’m hungry, let me eat when I’m lazy

Let me choose the ways I want to be remembered

Both you and I know now, there’s a darkness that lurks in this town that’ll make a poor boy shake and the cows come home

I’ll employ my senses to find some deep reflections to honor the ones that made me who I am

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