I hear crows calls in morning
though hard I am of waking
it is wisdom in their whispers
and the fear we have of breaking
I feel little more than nothing
and the shifting of the sands
for there is solace in the silence
and the winter of your hands
we climbed a secret mountain
in hopes of stealing strength
for each to covet as their own
and begrudgingly give thanks
I hear crow calls in morning
and the dew soaks my head
there I wake up bewildered
by what truth they have said

In pools as black as midnights gaze
I lost myself to fervent haze
a lady no, but through and through
ensnared was I in eyes of blue
she was fond of broken things
and I in search of words to sing
met her there upon the edge
of what is known and what is said
we as one to dance and play
at things that only grownups say
til time and life and all it seems
would overshadow childish dreams

With my big brown jugs
How I love thee !

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                                                                    ( she said )

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We went for it all !

We were headin for the Kingdom

( the one that NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT )

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She ------- !!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!

Really didn't give a ****  

about these petty games

We play

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No

We were headed for the kingdom

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Me and her big brown *****

Flying freely in the breeze

Me and her and the dream

In every heart

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Me and her  own full truth

The spirit  shining fiercely

In her eyes