When I was just a kid
I believed I wouldn't break
for I could bear the weight
& wade into the lake
little ripples arc out
from my heaving chest
The strength up in my fist
outweighed the frailness
of a weak and sullen breast
I found a place to match
the lone thought
& the ice around my bones
Hold me like a kid
laid in back seats
and tucked me in
It's a long drive
It's a whole life of spinning
scenery through windows
I could hardly breathe
under the warmth
from the blanket heat
I would lay awake from troubled dreams
staring up at the rafters
where my saint's chain hangs
If I could reflect the fires
heat eminating out
from a frozen beach
Sing a song for the red -wood
& the surrounding town
like every other soul, alone
A Holy one
where a place for my voice
can nestle in
Keep in mind we weren't a lost cause
to be watched and guardianed on
or so I thought
What a well it was
and breathless need
I was running down the hill
in bare feet
then felt the rush of the river course
& pour over me
Hold tight to the rail
& hang tight to the link of the saint's chain
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