Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

Wake The Happy Words.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.