A Heart Arcane - Horse Feathers

There was the thinnest wind dying away

It’s so cold inside you go

It’s where you mean to stay, night and day

It won’t leave or wane

Everyday was born the same

Your starving for sure

Your searching for words

The last thing you heard:

You’re turning a page

They’re telling you now

You’re dying of young age

It was a year so wild not a month was tame

It’s where your friends all foul your name

While you would drag your feet

You’re inclined to do the same

Can you believe what they done?

Gave you half of what’s left, which was none

Your starving for sure

Your searching for words

The last thing you heard:

You’re turning a page

They’re telling you now

You’re dying of young age

Time don’t change

With a heart arcane

Everyday was born the same

Despite what I do

Every ending begins

The start of something new