.
i’m tearing up, acrost your face
move dust through the light
to fide your name
it’s something fane
this is not a place
not yet awake,
i’m raised of make
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
in a mother, out a moth
furling forests for the soft
gotta know been lead aloft
so i’m ridding all your stories
what i know, what it is,
is pouring – wire it up!
you’re breaking your ground
.
ps – congrats, kid.