take a year in your hands
at the setting of your seas
a fistful of wishes
a handful of hopes
a burn sung reading
glory is a radical face
on a noble beast
with crushed stars
self navigation
hangs like heaven
shaking your bones
reaching out for the sky
and it’s gone with the wind
don’t hang your heart
on some mad hope of battle studies
my life laughter in the sun
and your angels will go free
