Leah

I flutter ike a scarecrow, as dance comes upon me, imagine when the wind blows, don't need a cross to perch, my only demand is honesty, measure distance lurch, someyimes worry how I grow, thinking only of the seed, how its scattered and thrown, will it always hurt, never to go gently, the same is said in church, even if my hopes are torn, deep within directly, hope still fills my bones, much bigger than my shirt put it down to destiny, in this field above the water, saints pray quietly.