I did not ask you to forgive me
only sit with me in a field
sit with me and pray
watch the black grass turn green
morning sleeps on the other side of the river
you notice the soft feathers
of the swallows
you fallowed them alone
found fields more fit for prayer
my hands are bleeding
I shall leave you messages
on the white rocks
so you may find your way back to me
I hope one day you'll read them
and know
I still have not forgiven myself
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
I did not ask you to forgive me
only sit with me in a field
sit with me and pray
watch the black grass turn green
morning sleeps on the other side of the river
you notice the soft feathers
of the swallows
you fallowed them alone
found fields more fit for prayer
my hands are bleeding
I shall leave you messages
on the white rocks
so you may find your way back to me
I hope one day you'll read them
and know
I still have not forgiven myself
