I walked across the plains...
Whilst I lay there I heard your heart crying
it came quietly in the early hours
so i stood up and walked across the plains
whilst I walked I listened to your song.
It stirred my hands so I made this for you.
What would you like it to be?
A key
A door
A sweet elixir.
I’m now here with your gift.
Did you get what you wanted?
I hope so.
The Grip
sometimes it's loose or not there at all
I wish that was all the time.
Commonly, I feel tight.
Like someone's got a grip on my heart and is squeezing hard,
It hurts, I hate it.
The grip is trying to tell me doom comes.
I believe it sometimes.
Terrified, i want to run away, to hide from it.
Mostly I want someone to tell me it will be ok and hold me.
