Held by cobwebs
Breathed the dirty morning air
Hear the writing
From the poet's pen laid bare
And I would reach to you
If I could lift my hands
And I would take a breath
If I could kill the hate inside of me
Know the healing
Of the teachers words come light
Oh I will thrust my heart to you on my way
I will raise my eyes to you on my face
I will love my love to thee most holy
Meet the seagull
As he rises on the winds
Hear the laughter
As the child bears his grin
And oh it breaks the life
If one must grasp for sleep
Feels jilted by the bough
God save the queen we are lost save the tree
Be still