Mica

You sift through trouble, won't get frightened, no one tells on you, before you throw, straw onto fire, the stuff you let go, silence is your rub, a source of brine, hands you scrub, laugh at blue cold, hear the clock chime, who will ever know, these summer loves, forgives broken strife, sings in your blood, before the river flows, check the earth and tides, what you’ve been sold, pull on your singer’s gloves, take your time, shoulder what's to come, drink a little wine.