As I held your slender wrist
A dragonfly passed by
Buzzing by, it asked
“Would you like these tender wings?”
Hazel eyes that match this dust bowl town
Swaying in the breeze, you’ll disappear like mist at dawn
My heart baked in the desert heat,
My lips burned under the white sun
From every corner of town
Your call echoes “fly for me”
I can’t see what this place will be in ten years
My hope as chisel, etching out a plan for two
Ashen hearts still beating
Still bleeding the wing shaped wound
A siren echo across this town I wander
“Come fly to me”
Show me you’re still there
Sound out your siren
