Scribes Eye - Head for the Hills

Step into the Scribes Eye, see the journey unfold

Upon a manuscript embellished with Victorian gold

There’s a miraculous adventure that you’re sure to behold

If you just grab a seat, relax, and let the story be told

It all started when my penmanship was poorly controlled

Before my hand was big enough to grip a 40 of Olde

English was just a lesson, I was steady formin' a mold

Before I had responsibilities and chores to uphold

I was a curious soul, I lived a day at a time

I lived the fairy tales that led me to the way of the rhyme

The poet travels to the deepest, darkest depths of his mind

Before discovering the words that he was destined to find

But that was before I started writin' pen and pad confessions

Life was just a real extended game of 20 questions

I had a few possessions, that I considered precious

But didn’t know the depth of my emotional investments

I became aware of them throughout my adolescence

Began to base opinions on more than first impressions

I learned to count my blessings way before I learned to count

Y’all, to me just being grateful is what this is all about

So thanks to any listener embracing the sound

Big ups for being more than just a face in the crowd

Everyone of you has helped to keep the basement around

Just knowing that someone is hearin' this, is makin' us proud

So as I sit on the porch and watch the kids run by

It reminds me, in this life I only get one try

So tonight I look for answers in the crimson sky

Scratchin' holes in the paper cause my pen’s run dry