The Green Harbor - Deastro

You’re not a sideways that guts the shutters

You’re a waning grin that stills

You’re a telephone that always answers

You’re an ocean moving pill

But you are not controlled

By forced alarm clocks

Or an epitaph doctrine

You are wintry shine

You are friendly harbors

You’re my knight, my next of kin

Wake up you hardened hearts and grow

Open your circuit board and let your fuses show

The cancer has become the cure

The uncertainties will all be known for sure

A burning bush that never dies

The blue stars filling up the needing in my eyes

And every child will have a home

Because my mama knows she’ll never die alone

It’s the millennial identity

These wells will never sundry