Apr
19
I took the wind from the sea
I took the blood from an arrow
I took the wisdom of spring
And I was thrown and blown and tossed and turned until
Time found its hand and called an end
Me and time- we go way back when
I was a child
And I always knew why.
I knew my name;
I knew my road
And I stayed away from heavy loads
I’m still, I’m low
O lord am I low.
