TEARS LEFT FOR YESTERDAY          By Walter Jones

Artwork by Brennan. Woman Lost. Oil on Canvas. 8 x 10. 2007                                            

 IT WAS SUMMER IN A PALACE I'D RATHER NOT BE

  SAW THE TRUTH OF A PLACE CALLED SOCIETY

PUSHED MY EASEL, DREW MY PALETTE

MIXED MY COLOR TO BE LIFE

OFFERED HER FREEDOM BUT SHE WANTED TO BE SOMEONE'S WIFE

I OFFER YOUNG COMFORT I GIVE YOU ONLY PAIN

BRUSH OF LIFE FINDS THE VEIN

REST IN PIGMENTS OF LINGERING SOULS

COUNT THE FOOL SPEND HIS GOLD

LUST IS THE MESSAGE AS THE GIRL CLIMBS HER THRILL

PAY IS POSING YET TO KILL

LINGER A BIT LONGER  AMONG THE HAZARD PAIN

COUNT THE TEARS TASTE THE PLAIN

LOVE IS CONFINE LEFT TO FEED IN A CESSPOOL

OF CHILDREN AND REQUESTS

WATCH THE SIDEWALKS FOLD INTO FLAMES RUNNING HIGHEST

THE LAST OF HOPE

IT DIED IN HER EYES

SAND LOT OF A TRYING STAIN UPON A MARK IN GOD'S NAME

SOFT THE RAINBOWS COME TO PROMISE NO MORE RAIN

AND SHE CRIES INTO HER HEART AS SHE TAKES HER NEXT PILL

WORKS THE STREETS OF FAITH NOT AGAINST HER WILL

MONEY SHACKLES AS THE BODIES FADE

PURPOSE DRAINS A SOUL

MOVE TOUGH BRUSH AGAINST A CANVAS CLEAN

USE HER SWEAT TO CREATE THE SHEEN OF LOST LIFE

GATHER UP DIRT OF HURT TO COLOR SKIN OF GRATE

IN ALLY COLD IN HATE AS SHE LOOKS PAST WIN

PRETTY BOXES CARDBOARD BOXES CASTLES IN A SKY

LADY BABY SEEN A MAYBE LETS PRAY BEFORE WE DIE

LUST IS THE MESSAGE AS THE GIRL CLIMBS HER THRILL

PAY IS POSING YET TO KILL

MONEY SHACKLES AS THE BODIES FADE

PURPOSE DRAINS A SOUL

LOVE IS CONFINE OF PASSION LEFT TO FEED IN A CESSPOOL

OF CHILDREN AND REQUESTS

PICTURE WINDOWS IN A ROW LAST WE RATE

SHE A TEN SAVE IS SEVEN SHE IS PREGNANT SHE IS LATE

EVERY WATER HAS A DRINK EVERY SOUL HAS A HOLE

AND A SINK TO POUR HER LIFE TO FATE

REST YOU RIGHTEOUS WOMAN AS THE DAY COMES FOR YOUR

HUSBAND TO SHOW