A BRAIDED MANE OF SORROW

A braided mane of sorrow
Tied with blue ribbons of strife
Shampooed and rinsed in the blues
Combed with the teeth of my fright.

A barrette of deception
Clamps the hair tight like a vice
Pulling truth from the shadows
That once used to key a life.

CHORUS

Braided in sorrow
Tears hitting my hair
Like no tomorrow 
Will ever get there.


BRIDGE

A braided mane of sorrow
Flies in the face of despair
Twisted in knots of hatred
That used to be my hair.



A sliver of tomorrow
Stolen from yesterday's dream
Bathed in the twisted sadness 
Of giving in to the scene.

A braided mane of sorrow
Washed by years of destruction
Conditioned with bad timing
And lathered in dysfunction.