Bow
Flash of a smile
Sitting still for a while
Or turning soil
After a first rain
Smoke in the air
The smell of his hair
Breathing shallow
To hold in pain
Hold it like - hold it like this
Tie the bow while I hold it like this
The present is always a gift
It comes, it goes, like the caws of a crow
Blue of the sky
The sound of her cry
Counting the stars
A swing and a sway
Hold it like - hold it like this
Tie the bow while I hold it like this
Writer/s: Scotty Houston
