Thieves
knives
a plate full of lies
broken glass
foggy smoke
monsters and holy ghosts
crystals houses and daisies
now covered in black soot
so opaque, so dark
sunlight can never pass through
marooned in an island
a place with no wind
no meaning no point
rudderless and unjoint
i want a little humming bird to come sing me a song
tell me its ok, we will all get along
find me some new children to love
find new meaning in what is around
i need to hear some birds come sing and fly
tell me its all ok, you will soon soar high
be free, be light and in a graceful glide
one day the music will play again, wild.
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