Eric Saw Colors

As worn into a face of knowing
So sober and sublime
A denigrated holy space full of tears
I found out they were mine
I kept it low in between the lines
Though the meaning was absurd
It’s so hard to hear about another one
When you’re waiting to be heard

The strange came like epidemic
Without prejudice to scythe
The strong or fettered weak resistor
The sick of heart and mind
To push the lightweight’s curse of love
On two feet not on the earth
It’s so hard to hear about another one
When you’re waiting to be heard

Across the rigid crust and frozen echo of a shout
The forced and whispered invitation to throw that sucker out

I kept it low in between the lines
Though the meaning was absurd
It’s so hard to hear about another one
When you’re waiting to be heard
It’s so hard to hear about another one
When you’re waiting to be heard

It’s so hard to hear about another one
When you’re waiting to be heard
It’s so hard to hear about another one
When you’re waiting to be heard