SEED

There was a time
I was a child
Lost and alone
There was a time
I was a child
Lost and alone
Dry, ocher clay
And sharp stone
You came to me
Walking under the burning sun
Walking under the burning sun
Your words will bloom in springtime
In this arid garden
In this seedless garden
I’ll be sleeping on a leaf
Fall will catch me shivering
In the safety of this garden
This quiet, windless garden
There was a time
After you left me
On my own
There was a time
After you left me
On my own
Cold, icy ash
And gravestone
You came to me
Then smiling in the healing sun
Then smiling in the healing sun
Are you going away
You’ve heard me say
Two lonely teardrops
So few
On my cheeks covered with dew
Your words will bloom in springtime
In this arid garden
In this seedless garden
I’ll be sleeping on a leaf
Fall will catch me shivering
In the safety of this garden
This quiet, windless garden

Written by Bilil / Alban Sautour 

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