...the elevated life...

...the elevated life...

HOLLOW GROUND

There’s a voice that rings, pure and true, sweetly in my ears.

It takes me far away and keeps me company down through the years.

Sunlight on my face in this northern state of grace.

Far from here, from this battleground, a lonely sound.

One by one we’re falling down in hollow ground.

 

I kept my faith in you and all this time you never let me down.

Now as I haul away I hear a song serenade the town.

The road may arc and bend but the longing never ends.

 

On the edge of night, moonlight falls across the mountain side.

Missouri river wide with forty miles to go and more to climb.

The instinct to survive, all this doubt keeps us alive.

 

Rising up from the rusted clay we face the day.

Snow caps breathe the elevated life of man wife.

Cast your mind to the sound of battlegrounds.

One by one we’re falling down in hollow ground.

 

©2016 E. Cowley/N. Cowley

 
 ...tell me your story.

...tell me your story.

THE THORNS FROM YOUR HEART (FEAT. LISA LAMBE)

Stay here a while, tell me your story. 

Good times, bad times.

Troubled and true, here until morning. 

Don't think twice.

Caught on the tide, drowning in circles. 

Losing your mind's eye.

Blue as the sky, singing in silence and hurting inside.

 

As you step out on the way, the road will appear each fearful day.

Walk through the dark, pull the thorns from your heart, the thorns from your heart.

 

Days that are past are holding us down.  We've buried our hearts deep in the ground.

Dreaming the dreams of nowhere people, playing the games of summer days.

 

If hope is on hold and your mind is aching, I will find you.

It's how it should be for you and for me, so pass on through.

As you step out on the way the road will appear each passing day.

Walk through the dark, pull the thorns from your heart.

There's no-one to blame as it all falls apart.

Calling your name, pull the thorns from your heart, the thorns from your heart.

 

©2016 E. Cowley/N. Cowley

 
 ....out on parade, side by side.

....out on parade, side by side.

WAVE A WHITE FLAG

Fires still burn, ashes still glow. 

Winter leaves town as brighter days grow.

I want to say, I want to hear.  Can it ring true?  Can I disappear?

And wave a white flag through the years.

 

The mid season sales are faded and worn. 

The cuffs of my shirt are ink stained and torn.

Does anyone here know where they are? 

There's no flashing light, no fog of war.

They waved a white flag long before.

 

Tired old town, straining to breathe. 

It's all in their plans, they're pulling up trees.

This rising tide can't flood now.

 

Windows and stones, bright children's clothes. 

Yellow brick walls, old market stalls.

Each new brigade of riverside towers. 

Holding our gaze, we'll stand here for hours. 

Out on parade, side by side, we'll wave our white flag for our lives.

 

©2016 E. Cowley/N. Cowley