Benjamin Francis Leftwich

My heart is like a fireplace 
But when I wake up its all the same
The reassurance often comes late 
But I’m alright still breathing 

The sycamore tree will be left be
Wind and rain don’t remind me 
I think my soul paid off the fee 
Or my hearts no longer receiving

I’m over the hill or I’m out of my mind
The forces that guide, when will you be kind?
Forget the six counties covered with smoke 
The forest is my home

I wish I could say it better 
The route the the soul has been severed 
Like a flower cut from the stem
Mother nature’s branch has left 

I’m over the hill or I’m out of my mind
The forces that guide, when will you be kind?
I’ve wandered through silence, I’ve spoken in rhyme
Memories from the past that were never quite mine,
Forget the six counties covered with smoke 
The forest is my spiritual home

I don’t know the way 
I don’t know what to say 
This sentimental feeling 

The forest to the lake 
Cannot wash away 
The sentimental reasoning 

The four forces of life have caved in
Earth Wind Rain and Fire Where have you been?
The elements known at the beginning 
All I see is blinding lights 

I’m over the hill or I’m out of my mind
The forces that guide, when will you be kind?
I’ve wandered through silence, I’ve spoken in rhyme
Memories from the past that were never quite mine,
Forget the six counties covered with smoke 
The forest is my spiritual home

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