Burn - Tribe After Tribe

This one for the days

Orphans for the bright ones

This one for the plan

Hides them all in bright stones

This one for the scream

Waking from the nightmare

This one for the hands

Won’t stop burning

All my colors won’t stop burning

This one for the wind holding

The night in my ear

This one

This one for the trees

Stroke the throat with fingers

Won’t stop burning

This one for the hide

A wishbone gone for feathers

This one for the line

Between veins and white bones

Won’t stop burning