Crowned
Scars adorn my soul
I’m dying to be born
Trapped in rustic albums
And scratched by rose thorns
I trust the wind to blow
And the sun to rise
And the redwoods to grow
And you to lie
The waves crashing
Cliffs endure the beating
The relentless pounding
Underwater, caves exceeding
Perhaps then you’ll find me hiding
Sifting light through dark chambers
Feeding this breathing and sighing
Till it forms true and loves me kindly
I’m dying to be born
Trapped in rustic albums
And scratched by rose thorns
I trust the wind to blow
And the sun to rise
And the redwoods to grow
And you to lie
The waves crashing
Cliffs endure the beating
The relentless pounding
Underwater, caves exceeding
Perhaps then you’ll find me hiding
Sifting light through dark chambers
Feeding this breathing and sighing
Till it forms true and loves me kindly
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