09/12/2026
Honey, don’t start
I am warm in mind
But cold in heart
Don’t hold any decree
‘Cuz Honey there ain’t a lie
I haven’t seen
Don’t tell me the breeze
is blowing round
When I see an anchor
In the ground
Don’t tell me the fire
is growing cold
When oil is cookin
On the stove
Don’t tell me the grass
Is dying down
When foliage grows
All abound
I’ve felt the wind blow
Slight breeze yonder
But safely I’ll go
Able to ponder
I’ve tended to flames
It’s warmth gives meaning
An element to tame
Labor unfleeting
I’ve cut all roots
Alive and dying
When it comes to me Honey,
There ain’t a lie worth trying.
