We dreamt of birds
All blue and loud
That fly through the night
And hang from the clouds
And come to us here
In these moments of fear
As the light disappears
And the road falls away
Out in the darkness
I'm spinning in place
With my eyes to sky
And my hands to my face
Somewhere between
All the dead and the dreams
Is a story we need
To believe in
jbg
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