The Scar that Burns

A flame burns its might in a crystal ball –

In your warm gaze;

In your gentle glow;

Simmering over now, above

and below.

We can heal our wounds:

With every caress,

You lay on fire,

Your heart to undress;

In our arms

We find our peace –

A place where we

find our final release.

A spark ignites the night;

It’s in your tender touch

that I find my love,

your comfort and trust;

It’s in this moment’s flame

that we can heal again:

The scar that burns.

Words and Music by Robert Walker

Within the Night

I was lost alone in the night

wondering where to hide –

There’s no method to my madness,

I was struggling in my sadness;

But then I heard a voice saying

“love is here for you”,

There’s someone who cares for you;

You were born not waiting to die –

Give in to the love for you.

In the deep hazy mists I could see her:

I melted away in one breath

As our eyes met, within death.

Words and Music by Robert Walker

I Wonder Why

Night calls and my mind races through

A queue of faces, all thoughts of you –

They fill my head, breaking the fake heart ache

I used to have;

And now I cannot escape from you:

From your embrace there is nowhere to hide;

Your face lives deep inside.

I race from my mistake,

But every disgrace

I cannot shake away…

I wonder, why?

Words and Music by Robert Walker

Falling Down

I thought you were dead,

But then I saw you were still so small

and I began to slip and fall –

Because I wasn’t over you,

You didn’t leave,

You grew and grew,

Until you pulled me down

and down and down,

I’m still falling down;

You give your smile so heavily,

Tender, deadly, dragging me

Right down, down, down and down,

I am falling down;

I found you there from despair,

Hour after hour in the abyss

For a few more years,

For a few more tears,

As cold as stone,

Sitting in the dark all alone.

Words and Music by Robert Walker

Always About You

If you loved, you wouldn’t cause my pain;

But now I see it was all just a game to you:

You wanted me to suffer for you.

And now I see, the truth is in your lies:

You let me in while covering my eyes;

You were just another disguise.

It was always about you;

But that was then and now is now.

I won’t let you bring me down to my knees;

Now I’ll wear the crown –

So hold me as I let you go,

I’m breaking free, taking back control.

With open eyes we’ll find our way,

We’ll leave the past and start some day:

With true love,

I’ll guide us through;

We’ll leave the past and find a new you.

Words and Music by Robert Walker


You think you know what’s hidden in my heart?

You think you know what’s tearing me apart?

No, you don’t have clue,

I’ll always be a mystery to you:

I’m the desire burning through,

keeping you up, and down, all night.

You think you know what’s on my mind,

But the thoughts I keep are of a different kind:

I’m the longing that you can’t ignore;

I’m the feeling that you can’t deny;

I’m the rhythm that makes you come alive;

I’m the spark that ignites the flame;

I’m the desire that drives you insane.

You think you know what’s floating through my mind?

You think you know what’s rotting deep inside?

You think you know me, but you don’t know a thing:

I’m a mystery, a puzzle, a song without a ring.

You think you own me, but I’m not your possession –

I’m my own, my one and only obsession.

The truth is you’ll never know, and that’s just fine:

It’s my life, my story and I’ll keep it mine;

It’s mine to keep, mine to reveal,

My mystery, my puzzle, my tale to tell.

Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

Podcast #9

the outer view

– By Robert Walker
A Little Bit of Drama

Beneath a mountain of tedium,

In a dull ugly system,

In an empty ocean of shadows,

Is a silhouette of pure fire heat

Drifting in the dark.

All I wanted was the wind;

The wind murmured with anticipation,

The grass turned to icy grey,

A fine mist fell,

And with the mist came my sorrow

Cooling my body

With her thousand kisses,

Leaving me there.

I am surrounded by ice crystals

floating down through silence

into soft glowing snow.

The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.

As the sun sleeps,

how many hearts are dreaming,

when the world stands still.

Podcast #6


– By Robert Walker
A Little Bit of Drama

Dead shadows dance in the night

yearning for the dawn. 

Cold and forgotten walking scars,

drained by decay,

wasted by time,

stretch out,

hungered and blurred,

to a spark ignited,


rising from the ground. 

From the last depths,

rays of hope entwine in the sky,

kissing the hills;

breathing new life

and wonders layered in light. 

Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.