We know something is missing
That broken time won’t come back again
No hugs, no breaths
Only silence in the streets
Empty words, empty promises flow
Through the pebbled rivers
Movement and rhythm, our last hidden shelter
Our dreams fly high 
We found the precious way
The sun shines, can’t stop staring
The wind moves to hide all that
This is the real cry
I can’t keep it forever on me
I can’t keep it forever on me 
I can’t keep it forever on me
I can’t keep it

Forever On Me

A well-traveled, book-reading, path-beating, meditating, meat-eating vagabond with a guitar.

Forever On Me

Nicholas Heys