walking up the cold creek
thinking about the broken
branches that fall into
the water of the world,
thinking about the
poisons that pollute
the water of the world,
thinking about the
curses that make us
fall and drown and yet
today i have to say
the birds still sing
so beautifully i'm so thankful
for the brothers
and the friends
and the family
and i can say
well, bird, well,
hello, you,
many thanks
for
listening
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
walking up the cold creek
thinking about the broken
branches that fall into
the water of the world,
thinking about the
poisons that pollute
the water of the world,
thinking about the
curses that make us
fall and drown and yet
today i have to say
the birds still sing
so beautifully i'm so thankful
for the brothers
and the friends
and the family
and i can say
well, bird, well,
hello, you,
many thanks
for
listening
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