Shelter -

Making tiny little cuts

For proof

Of life

Tonight

The foxhole covered by the brush

We choose

To find

To hide

The worms will welcome me inside

I learned

To move

To turn

An incubation has arrived

Renewed

Returned

And you’ll be my shelter

And you’ll be my shelter

And you’ll be my shelter

And you’ll be my shelter

From the fall

A silence louder than the noise

And we

Are wise

Abide

The last are losing their voice

And left

To fight

To light

The sticks have already told

How it

Will end

Enfold

It will ready our souls

With a flash

Of white

And you’ll be my shelter

And you’ll be my shelter

And you’ll be my shelter

And you’ll be my shelter

From the fall

From it all