you are afraid of the cliff
I am afraid of the fall
you are afraid of the silence
i am afraid of the noise of
you are afraid of death
I am afraid of missing you
you are afraid of leaving
I am afraid of not missing you
come look at the moon through the window
see it smiles with a borrowed glory
the end is not beginning to learn
how to live with a broken hand
you’re broken at the gates
and offered all you’ve ever had
on broken plates
chipped and all you’ve been sad
come look at the moon through the window
see it smiles with a borrowed glory
the end is not beginning to learn
how to live with a broken hand
see the little girl play, she sings so sweetly
watch her feet play the sand and her eyes play the melody
come look at the moon through the window
see it smiles with a borrowed glory
the end is not beginning to learn
how to live with a broken hand
COPYRIGHT 2009 WILLIAM STONEWALL MONROE
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