these things hurt

like moving when your legs are worn and tired

your heart dare not go through this fire

full on again

but embers deeply scar

this river bed

this flowing water snagging branches low

where small birds sit to drink

to catch the bugs to think

and fly quick at the rapids call

you know you'll dance again to this slow tune

but pain becomes inevitable

when i know

your smile so well

and yet so far from me now

these things hurt

like brutal truth

that carves it's name in solid bark

and years will never let it go

oh these things hurt

tattoos like stars

embedded on your sky-like skin

keeping me alive and yet

the night the only time i see them coming out

in daylight

only pin-pricks from my dreams

oh these things hurt

you know