One, two, three. . Serene, what a dream. A pillow to rest your weary bones. Recharge, redefine. Time to repaint the lines. . Change your world, it's time.
In the painted silver light. I watched you gently move. Now, in the cold early dawn. I long to have that vision in my head again. Conjure, as I may, my guilt won't let me sleep.
They unfolded your lives one by one. They laid out your patchwork under the sun. And people gathered from miles around. To witness your quilt spread on the ground.