T.A.V, or the man who cried on my shoulder once

Some of these things are better left.

It's all a path
and that path starts somewhere
in down-home houses with fields behind.

No beauty comes without a price tag,
and this is mine.

Running the gauntlet
was more like
curling up on the floor
when you're ten
and those hands are so big.

Only so many places to hide
from he who is hiding the past.
No one expected you to swallow it all,
and when you tried
we all watched in pain
as it came back up all over our nice little dinner.

Table settings and curtains can't hide
the ways you try to leave that country
that left you.

The real lesson here is that war never ends.

Because I'm still fighting it for you.