Sixty Stories - Anthem Red lyrics
rate meThis is my anthem.
It is painted on the bridge in spray paint and mud,
In failure and courage.
Broken bottles bed the ground where I stand
As painted runs down the limbs of my shaking hand.
Written in Anthem Red.
For a moment I feel free of my heavy tired thing
As I step back and view the stupid mess I made.
The air is so cold the paint stings
And threatens to stay stuck to my hand,
To this bridge and to this year.
Written in Anthem Red.