Postures Bent
All our
Days have
Falling, spin
Tatter, ringing
Wooden sheds
Lining up in perfect rows
Our postures bent
Oh, mine and yours
All the
Leaders
Seasons change
Burning in our cartons
Singing stories in our ears
Pulling, pulling at our wills
When we
Burn our candles down
Gather our, unions songs
Faces white with paper, reed
Loving in our frail tears
Days have
Falling, spin
Tatter, ringing
Wooden sheds
Lining up in perfect rows
Our postures bent
Oh, mine and yours
All the
Leaders
Seasons change
Burning in our cartons
Singing stories in our ears
Pulling, pulling at our wills
When we
Burn our candles down
Gather our, unions songs
Faces white with paper, reed
Loving in our frail tears
Credits
Writer(s): Laura A Gibson
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