hauntingly beautiful...
it brings you to your knees...
flows through your heart...
like water flowing over stones in the riverbed...
binds your body...
consumes your soul...
at its mercy...
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place that I don’t feel alone
This is a place that I call my home
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it’s time
To live
And time
To die
I’m in the garden where we planted seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the colour of green
Ground had arose in past its knees
By the cracks of its skin I climbed to the top
By the cracks of its skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When a gust of wind came to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on me
Held on as tightly as you held on me
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From you
From me
And now, it’s time
To leave
And turn...
To dust...
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