Monday, March 4, 2013

composition 11


Humiliation, exaltation
It's not what we would expect
I am lost, I am found
I am found
I am found

The pain and the joy
Pain
Joy overflowing

I'm a raven, feathers black as sin
Feathers black as sin
Flying in the falling snow
Flying in the falling snow
White, white is the snow 

Flying, flying
Invited to soar to places unknown

Pure white
Pure white is the falling snow  

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