Brushed Aside

Great God this is an awful place
Though sometimes her smile
Lights the emptiness
He lost his way it happens in blizzards
Or flames he said
Christ how the ice can burn
Great God this was an awful thing to waste
Sometimes her smile lights the emptiness
I rest my case won’t you do the same
No, you wait here
You wait for the sun to rise
I’m tired of talking
Tired of city limits
And tired of walking
Across the grass outside the house
They’d sell their brothers
For a place in commanding heights