Listen, my friend.
There is a cherry in the bush.
There is so much anger that has been mistook.
The weeds have long turned silver, and the roses have long since dried.
Please take your emptiness, and leave me with mine.
My heart and my habits twisted and tried.
Please take back your loveliness, and leave me with mine.
There is a fever that burns from deep inside.
In the shake of the embers, in the strength of the ties.
I hear the raven whisper that we both must fly
Into the motions, the motions of life.
χLaila Leone