October 7, 2010

Tell me what would make you feel better

Tearing up the floor boards to find what’s wrong

Bound to the life inside your womb.



Oh to be born into something different

Concealed by cloth and brothers

Into tired hands you will be born.



You live and walk among us

Working for the blood that’s in your veins

Morning dew rests on your feet



Tell me what you want me to say

You could run away and hide in a cave

Or give flight to your feathers and ride the sky





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