Feeble with your morning prayer Offer a cup of warm You left a shape like a battle wound Almost as big as a Sun Smile lines that resembled mine May it never come undone Through all these things you can live on
Small bites of birthday cake Like a secret mouse Wispy laugh on a telephone You say I'm just like Mum Crayon drawings on the basement walls That we had drawn Through all these things you can live on
Rolling hills whip around your shrine My connection to the north Hold close the fading echo of your Little fragile paws Goodbye, little wicker throne where your love Forever rests his eyes Through all these things you can live on
