Featherweight
Black Elk
Roses sang weeds answered through it all you kept your stamina though you kept stark through the storm I saw you wilt- In a pure unselfish sacrifice, you clipped your own wings When an eagle falls the sum of the sky shakes And upon his impact the entire earth quakes The spirit of the pheonix is well alive Only through you, it survived Why is it that: the thought of the end pinches us and in a startled stupor we check our ripeness, as if the juices squeezed would pour onto the floor at any moment. we entertain the game that we must- somehow- guard and collect them with our gourds as if each drop can not be absorbed by the soil. Letras de cancionessuch time we spend in this frantic feat that the seeds never take and the moisture never creeps to the dirt remember: we’ll collapse. and spill the chalice of our fruited life caught only to become a fruitless toil. Why then do we not, let the pulp drop. Bend down and build a mound, so a new tree will sprout or erupt.
From Letras Mania