robert

I am a man of subtle sorrows and sublime sympathies Of quiet solitudes and soundless symphonies I dream of heavenly choirs and mountain rains Earthen fires and demonic ghostly trains I speak little and say less My humor shouts and my guitar frets Shoes have traveled a million miles And my soul suffered many trials I stand as a man with no plan Living in a castle made of simple sand I come and I go as I please you see I take what I want and I leave what I need There is one thing in all the land That I cannot bear to behold but I must see again Angels cry, demons die, the earth shatters, yet I Oblivious to all but the world in yo