lyric!!!

twirled rugged tree
what pain time is yet keeping
in every bough,the aches are sleeping
the wind is weeping and the barns creaking

what kind of song the grass leaks
what bitter arcanium does a poets heart seek
wishing for a miracle as bones seek sinew
as christ seeks renewal on easter day for him

death was not final as thought though sudden
isnt drawn to an end we think untill we comprehend
we then move on untill lifes end bored and gnarled and bored and dull
we then go back to these straight concepts
the way the poems written in first sight

like a vision of a women you knew your whole life
and in your pain was driven to search castle barracks to find
yourr love that cries within them as in a bed the floorboards squeak
you remember in the earthen in the divine in the empyrean
we all do sleep in dust by a gnarled old tree

to be forgiven