Jonathan Wilson
Illumination
See the one eyed candies with the gory shellSee the newbian women with the queen to hellSee the western light it's beginning to dimSee questions of birth illude fingers of beckoningThrough the ice and snow I see them come above of the treesThrough the eyes of the child I see the soldiers own reliefThrough the poring rain I see the city catch on fireThrough the shallow river bed I see my dreams fly highWild Bill told me he has a big check on the wayDon't show me how to paint the dawn of day
From Letras Mania