Night,
this is home for now
this room this road
where no one we know
travels toward us
this letter the sound
of this wind the flower’s
names the bird my eye
followed sweet wild
where we long to go
this is home for now
this room this road
where no one we know
travels toward us
this letter the sound
of this wind the flower’s
names the bird my eye
followed sweet wild
where we long to go
( Jenn Morea )
www.ChordsAZ.com