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Spanish cross

Writing my name on Spanish crosses And in the sands of new Mexico You paint my face with your favourite colours And you set me free into the world You are the banks for my river You are the leve in a storm My sea of tranquillity And in your hands You mould me to your form I have been so sombre and forlorn A forgotten fog horn A neglected lighthouse My once broken and jaded smile Has recovered it's upturned corners And in the green and purple light Strobing from our hearts We can build ourselves a new start I have bellowed where no one hears And I have screamed in outer space I have found a different voice To communicate Don't speak I know what you're saying My touch translates our intermingled thoughts And our bodies talk Sun flowers at night And Venus fly traps To accompany the subtle trap music Bedroom jams For this lost lamb Ferns 4 feet tall And giant ants We shrink ourselves down To the elements Blood and bone Rebuild me up And watch me bust through Pre-conceived notions As to what the broken girl can do Swinging from lamps that hang in the night I can almost taste your rain Sweet surrender and the ending of pain Heart beating with all the might Of king Kong fury Climbing your ivory tower Knocking it down Take that, evil empire of restraint You won't wait Have me as I am Scattered and brained Contents spilled onto pavement Hometown roads and bereavement Engulf your revelry Send in the cavalry This is our destiny Hoist a flag for victory Red and white Blood and bone Earth and stone We have made it

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