Sunday, September 6, 2009
Let me sign
Standing by a broken tree, her hands are all twisted, she pointing at me. I was damned by the light comin' over all as she spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky. She said, ' walk on over, yeah, to this bit of shade, I will wrap you in my arms and hold you safe'. Let me sign, let me sign.
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