i wonder how long it takes a bee
to break the habit
that the honey comb has been
batted down/
to break the habit
that the honey comb has been
batted down/
how long it takes to comprehend
what the heart already understands
what the heart already understands
that the floor is missing
but how the carpert doth lie
never stopped the creaking of wood
that the truth couldn’t hide
but how the carpert doth lie
never stopped the creaking of wood
that the truth couldn’t hide
let me stand on the earth
g-d let me feel ur dirt upon my souls
clean me up
send me on my way
receive me
g-d let me feel ur dirt upon my souls
clean me up
send me on my way
receive me
craddle me in the winds of your breath
the wings of your light
like angel babies sing me to a new life
a new comb of
3.1415
~cAT
inspired by an angel voice in Lia Ices
Thank you for inspiring me
to send G~d Forth thru my hand
i surely love being his personal pencil
our lives are like drawings in the sand
Dedicated to John Sabatino
R>I>P> Nov.24-2012
the wings of your light
like angel babies sing me to a new life
a new comb of
3.1415
~cAT
inspired by an angel voice in Lia Ices
Thank you for inspiring me
to send G~d Forth thru my hand
i surely love being his personal pencil
our lives are like drawings in the sand
Dedicated to John Sabatino
R>I>P> Nov.24-2012
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