Sing On. Poem by Leah Ayliffe

There are tree's in the yard
The birds whistle in the back
When I fly by their side
I know there's no going back

We were angel's in the sun
At night we howled by the moon
You don't see me come undone
In the dark afternoon

There's a storm in your eyes
Ignites a spark in my flame
On these joy driven rides
I can't help but call out your name

You got me aching with a fever
From this stone cold heart
You've got the look of Lord Byron
Cool and tragic from the start

I know our song carries on
To the center of the Earth
Whether demons or God
We walk barefoot in the dirt

We can't keep dancing 'til the sun
We can't keep crying in the morn
Just hold my hand a little while
Just flash that pretty smile

Because our love's growing old
Like a shadow on the ground
Silhouette's of our fate
Bleeding into every sound

We were dreamers on the street
We slept with diamonds in our bed
In the end we would scream
The deafening silence in our head

For now the morning's cold
The air is wise and free
The sky is grey and it's blue
You pass your cigarette to me

This black coffee has gone stale
The caffeine high has gone
All that's left on my breath
Is where we've been, where we're from

I don't know where to go
Down this long winding road
This ride is getting very tired
So is my soul

I love these purple coloured dreams
Matched with black and gold
I watch them sparkle at my feet
While my heart grows old

Where do we go from here?
My handsome man of the world
Yes, I'd like another beer
We can't handle our nerves

The lines begin to blur
The landscape starts to fade
Now it's just us two
Looking at the dark coming age

You pick up your guitar
Sing old songs that sound so sweet
I've missed the rhythm of your heart
I've missed that hard sour beat

Sing on, my man
Sing on, my love
Sing on through the night
To the angel's up above

Sing on to our friends
Sing on for the earth
Sing on, hold my hand
Sing on, my man.