Well, I had an awful dream...
Laid your bones by a shallow stream--
And I carved your name in a willow tree
And I beat the ground...
With water clear and sun abright
I let the tears alone to dry.
I raised my arms up to the sky
And challenged God.
He had no prose...
He had no right.
To take my dove--my little light--
Half of my soul, half of my sight...
My beating heart, my precious wife.
Have you no answer?
I'll follow you no more.
I'm on my own.
This means war.
When I awoke--
When I came to...
My whole perspective was brand new.
I made a vow, and I keep it true.
Hold very close what's given you.
Keep very close what's given to you...
ilektra:
Haven't talked to you in a hot minute.. how goes it?