The Coat

Coat tails soaked in the purest of blood

A jacket tainted by a young heart’s first love

A memory born that can not be escaped

A ghost in my head that won’t be silenced

A feeling inside that I can not resist

A pain in the pit that through all things persists

To burn the coat would not end the pain

So I don my jacket and weather the rain

© 2005 Matt Naylor