and i’m wondering if you’re seeing the birds i send to protect you
and i’m wondering if you’re seeing the birds i send to protect you
the golden cottonwoods tremble with their visions— i have reclaimed my heaven amongst this hell, the sheerness of the blue sky torn like silk— i follow you like a star
the golden cottonwoods tremble with their visions— i have reclaimed my heaven amongst this hell, the sheerness of the blue sky torn like silk— i follow you like a star