Revoked
We start our days with common words
We reached in the air, but man it burns
A whisper of lives from long ago
Came racing in voices singing low
Bruised by love in the winter moon
I'm feeling fine now
A bracing pond a whippoorwill
Awake but I'm just standing still
And morning came with shaky nerves
Where can we go, when will I learn?
The child of dawn and the paper wings
Are feeling fine now
Writer/s: Dave Simonett