We there it is. The beautiful clouded sky
And I can’t move, for fear that I would surely die.
Just one small step, my soul slips slow from beneath me
And then black dirt. From hear yno I’ll never see.
Some nights I search for your dreams sincere of crude
Because I can speak to you in ways I never could
But sure you wake and I return to a filled in grave and your face aches
It was the strangest thing, didn’t know what to do.
I held you high apon my shoulder, guided by a loving father but I wish I didn’t have to walk so fast.
The place it filled right up with people and our words echoed from the steeples.
I cried ‘You are my sister,’ then we left.
You’ll suffer such a simple sadness, please open up, escape the madness. Don’t leave it up to fate, don’t roll the dice. Do everything you feel you can, whether it is with or without a man. Sleep on the floor and love it because it’s life.