Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Untitled #3

The promised land
Falling through your hands
Undone in sorrow

Restless in the wildest way
Cursed with a thousand stories
Streams refill their beds

May you always find an open hand
In the land of milk and honey

May you be taken by the wind
With one night to speed up the truth
And call for hands from above, to lean on

The melody that rises and falls without you
Dances scarlet in the streets
You gave up your shovel to dig with a spoon

Don't grow older just finding your way
With a fist full of wishes
And a hand full of hopes