Monday, January 26, 2015

the moon in a chain around your neck
blue horses at your back gate
the fences all painted golden
by your beautiful hands

and all i can do is turn red
and all i can do is hide my crooked face
i hide from your bright light
i hide
and hide

show me the way
show me and lead my way
show me how to be wonderful
to be safe, to be.

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