Fluttering gold through the cracks.
Simple and wonder -light,
Feet bare and wet in the grass
While her breath hushed to ten,
every word that christens
When Eden's voice hovers the pass
While honey and fire make a song
Inviting the young ones to dance
but I'm willing to chance
For the music is where I belong
come drink from the stream
Her wings have grown stiff
She's learned to see only
battered and weather -blown,
broken too deeply to bear
But she will grow younger
in the light of November's cold sun
She will rise on the past,
and soar into what's only begun.
when she was still whole as a child.
she'll step into the wild,
creation alive in her veins.
come drink from the stream
come drink from the stream
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