I. Lost
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For now, awhile, I won’t let you pull me from the wreckage
But, how you hold my hand, for both of us
Until the jaws of life arrives/
Tho’ I’m not at a lost of words, I’m lost
In thought, “I’m lost”, I thought,
“And hiding from the hidden costs.”
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II. Birdsong
.
I’ll dare to speak of sparrows
in shrapnel filled WW I battlefield winds,
in sharp scarlet dawns
they’ll sing to find their kind
if they’ve lived,
a song will find its way back,
between the blood & budding daybreak
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III. J U S T
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