Bitter Fruit

(Bruce Roberts/Billie Myers)

Bitter fruit hangs
Under the care of the skeleton tree
Its roots rust above
The settling dust
Which will rise and fall
Only the tide will not return

Bitter fruit dead weight
This world must change

The name on your grave
Wasn’t born of you
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo
Burning a cross in honor of you
Blood stains tears run acid yellow

In the shade of the skeleton tree

Bloodshot eyes, blind
A motherless child more dead than alive,
Left drowning for breath,
Silent screams fill the air,
With mercy on your lips
Death became an angel, in your grace.

Bitter fruit dead weight
This world must change
Bitter fruit dead weight
This world must change

The name on your grave
Wasn’t born of you.
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo
Burning a cross in honor of you,
Blood stains tears, run acid yellow

In the shade of the skeleton tree

In the scope of time
It was only yesterday ago
So let’s change,
Let’s change tomorrow

Bitter fruit dead weight
This world must change
Bitter fruit dead weight
The future can’t wait

Somebody’s looking down
Somebody’s looking down

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