It feels stagnant and poor

and the conversation is slowly fading away

I feel bored and low on life

In his hands there’s barely a seed

and there are no sparrows that would

survive even a day with what he is giving

There’s no meadow to grow

No flowers that can blossom

His love leaves ravens flying high

over barren soil


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