Hymn

The morning's like a hymn
Before a sensation of imminence
I want to feel the wind move
Softly across my skin

The thoughts tremble inside of me
Through the brush to a memory
And I reach so wearily

The morning's like a hymn
Before a sensation of imminence
I want to feel the wind move
Softly across my skin

The thoughts tremble inside of me
Through the brush to a fallen tree
Defy the hunter of infamy
And I reach so wearily



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Ernest Henry
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