the drill

pain fields and blistered heels
sunburned souls
dangerous love that never feels

promise that you'll never tell
staring at stars
walking through hell
born to sing the broken songs
born with a soul,  a broken one

southern nights and the dry crusty cry
of cicadas screaming
and you lie awake and wonder
what the boy next door is dreaming
or who

cremating old love letters
clenching past glory not getting
past the old mistakes
breaking to give,  moving past now
future waits

childhood hope is a drill
and her bit is bent and shrill
leaving one hanging on the blade 
of what won't and who will

whippoorwill sings and moonlight stands still
and the sensitive soul can only feel
yet I am stronger than any weakness you
imagine in me