Dreams That I Keep in My Toboggan

The dreams that I keep in my Toboggan

Are the dreams that I wrote with my heart

Read them to know, that I'll finally go

To the land of adventure to slay the false start

To love for the sake of whoever you are

May the words I write while I'm bleeding

Be the words you hear in your dreams

May the still of the night, be the flick of a light

And the dark wakes up to be joy in the seams

Of the stitch of a light that I sew in your dreams

The secrets I keep in my toboggan

Are just dreams that are too big to share.

I sit in on the street, with no shoes on my feet

Counting all the folks with some light in their eyes

No one's looked up since last June or July

May the words I write while I'm broken

Be the song you sing to your sons.

May your daughters be free, of who we want them to be

May these kids learn the love of what it feels like to run

From the world built of blocks and bad taste for rum.

The confessions I keep in my toboggan

Are that of a boy with a knife.

I pray to my God, that he lovingly nods

When asked if the Grace has entered his life

Oh Lord, save the boy who still lives by his knife.

May the words I write while I'm running.

Be the words you remember me by.

When you're still for too long, and you wish for a song

May my dreams and secrets and confessions of life

Be the courage you need for wondering why

and follow your heart to stay here and fight

Or stick in the key and put it in drive.