Honour - Hayden Calnin

Take my hand

breath small leaf

short is the sting of this

now push

the folds of life to dust

put eager heads to sleep tonight

to dream of places never seen before

a home to call their own

a home

now I know not who you are

so whisper out here in the dark

put thought into your words before they’re told

this begins to crack

and I thought you’d talk back to me

all on your own

all on your own

all on your own

all on your own

all on your own

all on your own

Down

by the seeds of life

grace the day, the night and dawn

Down

by the seeds of life

grace the day, the night and dawn

Down

by the seeds of life

grace the day, the night and dawn

You surely get it by now

that seeds don’t grow without a cloud