Crow / Swallow Lyrics - Laura Gibson

My mind may drift from the walls of my skin 

But I will not wander too far 

For those who are pulled by the ivory sun 

Know that home is a labor of fire 

And I may have nursed their honey-bright wounds 

And cradled their rhythms to rest 

But I am no dreamer 

I could not keep my hands clean 

So I will not grieve those bent to receive 

Seeds that could never be sown 

And I will not lust those courtesies past 

They have flickered but not chosen me 

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And when they march by in their motherly smiles 

Swaying their motherly hips 

I cannot follow 

I cannot keep their pace 

Time has a way of stealing our breath 

And milking the light from our pores 

And many will fill their oak barrel wombs 

With patience instead of desire 

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One cannot curse a crow for her course 

Or choose where her feathers may fall 

I am no swallow 

I am no spring bird