ALL THE PRETTY WORDS

I would like to talk about the fire you hide so well

but they've stolen all the pretty words and put them into hell

The ashes cannot testify the show you performed

the bridges are burnt, you just keep moving on.

I don't know how you keep your strength and what does it cost

just to keep on burning after each and every loss

you smile, you shine you radiate then leave the show with grace

and the spark that burns so much has never burnt your face.

I don't know if you've heard by now the way people talk

cause there's too much of smoke no matter where you walk

they've stolen all the pretty words and put them into hell

the earth is empty and the way you rise no one can really tell.

Sally Mann-Candy Cigarette, 1989.

A.B.

Love, Invitation to Inspiration