Freeminer Birds

Alone when the leaves are turning

Home when the winter’s coming on so strong

Your letters around the room in piles

My sins that need reconciling still building up

Its a punished soul between the rake and coals sweet one

So I grind my teeth and bleed my eyes and wait

I can tell that you hate seeing me sick-faced

With my bones jutting out of my skin

But I’d give anything to wrap my arms around something beautiful

Like you

For one moment