Live to Tell the Tale

[amandalion]

This is the room where we always dreamed
of grass and splendid evenings
emitting frequencies
lost between the leaves and things
and I held on brightly, crushing quietly
feeling mountains rising out of
make-believe seas, creating typhoons
of feelings not easily made without need

God bless that smile on your face
God bless the seeds in the ground
God bless my family's keen gaze
Oh, I know
that whatever happens to you
whatever happens to me
I hope that I'll fall asleep
knowing that you'll always be
the story with no ending