Hopeful Song by Ames Harding

can I hold you, in between
wildly gracious, the strength is in the seam

tend my garden, I'll be your horse
when I stray, you can keep me on my course

war and whiskey, our fathers' gods
fickle lord, strike him down within our hearts

silent sentry, who guards my bed
protect my ears from the thoughts within my head

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

found me pathless, no tread upon my souls
no ground on which to rest, be naked and unfold

soaked in reverie, the brine of the divine
licked from on your lips, wet from all the wine

single ember, cupped beneath my hands
feel the heat of life, on my naked skin

my oh my, I am still within
where I spend my days, where I spend my days

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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