Our roaring hearts aflame, we walk down the aisle.
With steady hands we don rings,
Give our souls wings
to live our whiskey river dreams.
We were wicked,
frolicking in the summer night rains,
brandishing smoking wands
as we splashed & chanted,
Where did you go Hope?
Hopeless you lay,
waiting for cleansing darkness to fall,
night’s lights to shine
and wings to carry you home.