Angels sing to me
The devil, sweetest tone
Doves fly overhead
Thorns sit on my head
One day I curse out
Other times I speak peace
Led by the days that come
My place in the world
bigger than me
The skies hold me
Visions of tomorrow I dream
The present bringing questions
Dark rivers run over
Swimming in red waters
Body heavy, toil taken
Spirits of my ancestors bring me up
Out onto the laid path
Reflections I see
The beauty in the madness