See the Light
MARK LINKOUS
Away with golden crows
I know their souls are old
The waves and the thunder's prose
Within her belly glows
where the sleeping old bears breathe
I can't see the light for the trees
I stayed in lake of fire
My bed was ancient pyre
The stars all fell into the sea
I can't see the light for the trees
For the trees
For the trees
For the trees
For the trees