Grown apart from the womb
Made into a sparrow of flight
Hovering down from the setting sky
Towards home and warm invites...nights
I recall a man who played violin
Ten feet down from the ledges end
Sweetly and gently about my head
Til a sunset or moonrise was all that's left
Such simple minds
In these simple times
Only fear is on the outside
Of your simple life
From these depths, clearly lost a few steps
I've gave into shame and I'm hoarding the rain
Gossip is a fever that I cannot maintain
Humble is a teacher, a lesson in refrain

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