Save me, hold me
Please - don't, let me down...
Form me, from me
Alone - this shape of a crow
land me, send me
Soar me, hands turn to wings
See me, near me
Send me - close to the sun
I am the sun, burn these feathers
Where these bones, are all I have left
My life of stars, will now begin
And all the ashes, will rain down ~
Falling down – the earth and the moon
Born again – an ash layered crown
Still breath - beneath the wheat (a short breeze)
Fly away – a flight in the oak
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
Save me, hold me
Please - don't, let me down...
Form me, from me
Alone - this shape of a crow
land me, send me
Soar me, hands turn to wings
See me, near me
Send me - close to the sun
I am the sun, burn these feathers
Where these bones, are all I have left
My life of stars, will now begin
And all the ashes, will rain down ~
Falling down – the earth and the moon
Born again – an ash layered crown
Still breath - beneath the wheat (a short breeze)
Fly away – a flight in the oak
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