Title: A Bitter Flame
Words and music by Adam King
I was on the road less traveled by
Stumbled by your window
When out of the corner of my eye
Through smeared glass I saw you
You were standing there cold and numb
Waiting for your beloved
I saw you turn and try to run
Through smeared glass I saw you
Turn and try to warm your hands
In a bitter flame
Chorus:
Have these times come so undone
That we would abandon our mother
Have these people no sense of wrong
That we would abandon our mothers, brothers, fathers
Stream of life outside the alleyway
They rush by, young and old
Asleep awake, they can not see
Their brother, father in the cold
He turns and tries to warm his hands
In a bitter flame
Chorus:
Have these times come so undone
That we would abandon our brother
Have these people no sense of wrong
That we would abandon our mothers, brothers, fathers
...Father?
