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Sep 2015
The sunshine sets
Over mountains and hills
The blood red of time
No time to fill

The moon rises up
Through the waters of space
Oceans of stars
Spill over your face

Chasing the sky with feet pounding softly
The grass and the dirt and the freedom
Voices are calling and fires are burning
You don't look back 'cause you don't need them

You're running against
You're running within
The path where you live
Has never been thin

There's dread at your heels
And thrill in your heart
The Earth in your veins
Tears you apart

The shifting of plates and the current of cosmos
I yell but my voice doesn't find you
Under a tree, in a glen, on a mountain
A time and a place and a virtue

A bird that flies before it's grown
You found your home in a world unknown
You broke to pieces in every corner
A single atom escaped today

Safe and sound a foreign concept
Blue beyond repair
Layers deep in plastic promise
Seaweed in your hair

A river of silt
A forest of flame
The world is a fish bowl
And the fish are to blame

You keep running still
Through thickest of night
You, losing your chains
Me, losing my sight
Peter Davies
Written by
Peter Davies  Edmonds Washington
(Edmonds Washington)   
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     Lior Gavra, Sara Leal and SPT
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