Speaking confidentially the fire that burnt inside of me has turned to ash the tortured tree that grows beside the anguished sea Speaking confidentially
Speaking metaphorically the earth I trust beneath my feet is moving now ever so slightly I shift my feet but feel no relief Speaking metaphorically
Speaking hypothetically if the air you breathed was so unique would you use it up to idly speak or horde it for a rainy week Speaking hypothetically
Speaking kind of cryptically the sea that raged beside the tree burning bright for all to see it just might mean the most to me Speaking kind of cryptically
