Out of the Woods

When your roots are uprooted
And your rose is dethorned 
And your seed is aborted
Before it's been born

Don't is just kill you
For a while it was good
When you thought that just maybe
You were out
You were out
You were out of the woods 

The saplings in darkness 
Wave on morning's thrushes 
They know their sap sickens
When eternity hushes

Don't it just kill you

I thought for one moment
The system was calm
No nomenclature
Could make up for the bomb

But sometime past midnight
The sky opened up
The angels lay dripping
Their perfect eyes shut 

Don't is just kill you
For a while it was good
When you thought that just maybe
You were out
You were out
You were out of the woods
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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