You believe as do birds not to sow away
The winter harvests as does the summer
A thief tried to sell you your own jewelry
You said your soul wasn’t a raven or a soldier
He was puzzled by that but still he lingered
You clinched your fist tightly around his voice
And only then could he hear himself breathe
You didn’t care if he died, that was his choice
There is no sense in convincing an old man
Did you think he waited that long for you?
He didn’t want to think about it anyway
It brought him into the wrong space of view
So where does that leave you, without a jacket?
The way you pray should be the way a bird flies
It’s not something I would talk about too much
To speak of it is the way a false prophets lies