B
A woman wakes up
And steps down from her bed
Varicose, vain feet,
Blood running through her head.
She asks
"Is this the time to wake up
or am I dead again?”
All as the leaves turn to brown and the wind hits the shed.
The wind whispers,
"Are you a believer
In the soft sounds of time?
Softened bellow, waking mellow
Do you receive the water turned to wine?
When the sun shuffles down
From the vast grains of height
We take our walk and burden through the darkest hours of night.
Her ivy leaves are shuffling as they grow out of her toes
Hitting the ground they are caving in to the gravely ground below.
Took her just a while now
To walk down to the store
She woke up again and said
This one is not for show.
And steps down from her bed
Varicose, vain feet,
Blood running through her head.
She asks
"Is this the time to wake up
or am I dead again?”
All as the leaves turn to brown and the wind hits the shed.
The wind whispers,
"Are you a believer
In the soft sounds of time?
Softened bellow, waking mellow
Do you receive the water turned to wine?
When the sun shuffles down
From the vast grains of height
We take our walk and burden through the darkest hours of night.
Her ivy leaves are shuffling as they grow out of her toes
Hitting the ground they are caving in to the gravely ground below.
Took her just a while now
To walk down to the store
She woke up again and said
This one is not for show.