December 21, 2012 § Leave a comment

"purdhil station"

I give my words to you,
Give you rest.
I say I feel your pain,
Give you my best.

When I see that hope in your eyes,
The summer sun rising from the horizon,
My face glows in your light,
But fears to have you mourn.

I crawl,
I walk away.
I stop,
I can’t just look away.

So, I turn around,
The wind whirls about.
I hold your hand,
Let fate knock us out.

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