Olivia

Our love of God, a healing fire, tells us we belong, offerings off the docks, an ice- cold fish knife, cuts through our songs. how different is so far, life's never drawn right, burdens us in Bars, angels slip in the fog, jump neon lit signs, tell us what we want, designed by our cars, a polished desire, we trip to the font, our time jolts and rocks, the situation’s dire, we need more than stars, his spirit inside.