COME down from that heat,
let your shadow cool you
off, then sit you down, then
show you how to clean up
your mess, and turn your
ruins into gold, then the sun
pushes away the shadow,
and there you are, ripping the
wings off a bird, this bird your
hands and soul, and your beatifull
broken heart.....
COME down from that heat,
and let your shadow cool you
offfff.
Stark imaery rules, here, David...Your forte, indeed... Frank
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David, this is so compassionate. .. descended verse from Heaven. no kidding. Sus