Hold Your Life
Hold your life
In the dark sunset.
May you speak of uncanny dreams.
Making mountains out of clay.
Knowing the mountain,
Knowing it's made out of clay,
Knowing it's a dream,
To love,
And to play.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2010
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