As I walk through the valley of Jacob’s rose.

I listen to darkness but no one’s home.

To try and find his peace of mind.

He lives alone, he leaves to find.

Follow an oath and break of a bread.

Swallow the most of a green eyed red.

Tell of a tale and reap the reward.

Gone tomorrow, forgive me my Lord.

Halfway there, or halfway home. A creature dies in agony alone.

Twice the knife will cut today and search a soul to drift away.

Apple of an eye, dare to deny. Follow a laughter without two eyes.

Breathe a word of Jacob’s way and lean on me today.

Fabricate and desolate, abruptly find and desecrate.

To only which will he deny the apple of mine eye.

Follow an oath and break of a bread.

As I walk through the valley of Jacob’s rose.

I find that no one’s home.

© JUMP INK PUBLISHING 

WRITTEN BY JOE PULLEY