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[Music]
I watch the crows flying home in the darkening sky
and feel the Mother close her eyes and begin to cry
I don’t know why Nor will I for a while
And I see the gods comin home down the path that I’ll grow to love
Ploughing the soil with each step, sowing memories
for a harvest to come when I’ll feast with them
on their mountain and sing of the flowers I left and the ones that I gathered for a
bed to dream on
and we’ll bathe in the warmth of the moments remembered where I laughed and where I cried,
as i touched the heart of a world connected
by tendrils of love that are wrapped around souls
in the sharing of the essence of what we call human
in a gush of colour that marked me forever
but what I don’t know, and won’t know for a time is that these memories
are of pain and confusion, till they are cleansed by the tears of our Mother
and freed of the smell and the sweat of a life spent grasping at flowers
that are covered in thorns that prick the sleeping child
I watch the crows flying home in the darkening sky
and feel the rain, the tears of our mother, and a breeze that catches the curls of my
hair, her sweet exhalation from burdens laid down
for the space of a night as she heals her tired heart.
I wait for the gods who are not gods to come and bring us their laughter and hope
as the crows find their way home