Hell or high water…
You were never easy. You were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made. You were my sun and I was the moon, so much to do, we forgot to love.
If I had you near, now. Hell or high water, I would never release you again.
The damn road stole you away from me, bloody war stole my kindness, seeking money, left me alone swimming upstream and so damn alone.
Once for a second, we had the harvest moon, we had strong whiskey and we danced nude for the moon and the stars.
We devoured each other, tried to capture everything in minutes, in hours. We knew.
Soft and easy days were not our blessings, we were fugitives, holding on and seeking freedom in the same words spoken.
Today dear love, hell or high water, I wouldn’t leave you again, this time, I would beg for the mercy of love promise.
Dancing Coyote