Shadows and Secrets, Lies and Echoes

Wilma Mankiller, I love that name It wasn't too much of a nothing day Such a pretty, pretty boy In such a pretty, pretty car Nearness of blood He didn't go far Wounded, abandoned, lost Hidden inside the woods deep waters shallow grave Winds in the trees whisper whisper Only God knows the name Perched on winter's bone Sings a sparrow no horrors without sorrow Forced to bare the bitter chill Of infinity's winters alone How bright the stars How cruel the frost after death nature follows