There were nights in single beds
When I clenched grips into your summer dress
Mental photographs that I won’t forget
I feel too much time has passed
And I can’t crawl back
So I wrote down all the things that I was too afraid to say
And I ran home in cowardice and let youth take the blame
Then the soil settled under me
To see the leaves turning green
Then the trees rose from under my feet
My eyes bowed in disbelief
Branches bleed from the empty seed
My Fathers gift to the earth
Branches bleed from the empty seed
My Fathers gift to the earths end.
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