Spread thin between the trees
Waiting for the sun to set
And gentle night to begin
Crystal dripping as the thunder far away tumbles
The cold night wind
Playing in the dark
Would you believe though
That I could be broken
As quiet as the click
Of demons claws
On hardwood floors at night
I could be shattered
Like a crystal dish
Lying broken
And silver handled
Dust collects
Sunshine comes in bright
Until her voice comes in
Until the calling wind
Until the river bend
I'm home again
Back between the trees
Waiting for the night time
So gentle and sweet
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC
Spread thin between the trees
Waiting for the sun to set
And gentle night to begin
Crystal dripping as the thunder far away tumbles
The cold night wind
Playing in the dark
Would you believe though
That I could be broken
As quiet as the click
Of demons claws
On hardwood floors at night
I could be shattered
Like a crystal dish
Lying broken
And silver handled
Dust collects
Sunshine comes in bright
Until her voice comes in
Until the calling wind
Until the river bend
I'm home again
Back between the trees
Waiting for the night time
So gentle and sweet
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