We be given to you
a will in ancient way
slept to the memory of open mind
in the rush and temper of tongue and fire
we dwell in the heat of a white wolves cry
as lamb be's birth brazen and naked on the spit of life

gentle eyes pierce the sky within the fold of skin
collected to sight on the razor sharp ray of sun
coloured to the souls velvet underground
brittle to the bones burn
no turning away in the no return

be soft to the touch
and life will be tender on its body

as it catches up on your sleep

without turning it into an enemy to **** again

the enemy isn't that man is
its that man makes it to be

you will not be leaving
you will be coming

We will carry you home
as life carried you first
We will break the bone
of love over the crack of your spine
and save your oceans deep
as life weeps its way to our shore
we will suffer the children's sleep
bled to the heart of a mothers mourn
still born to the soul ***** of its own birth
ripened in the cradle of a rest once more

Slip thru the eye and take a look
the world is serving up its book
as tempered be to mare at hand
in luck of might and reprimand

so gentle on the freedom wheel
is life here tuning thrice its seal
to ones own point of pole and peel
a flicker on the reapers reel