There is no War here War is a place far away Far away from home
There is no War here War is a place far away Far away from home
Summer color fades As distant thunder threatens And dark clouds roll by
Searching for reason As the Sun and Stars above Spin out of Focus
Buzzing in my ear Fans and Crickets sing along Drowning out my thoughts
Anticlimactic Watching Summer fade away The parties over
Yesterday Again Yellowing as Afterthoughts Axiomatic
Summer fades away Like headlights in the distance Hidden in scrapbooks
Another lost day Sun bleached argument fragments Washed up in the surf
A stolen moment Between errands, work and sleep A blank mind staring
Reminiscent scent As watchful senses react Searching memories