My starting verse
a thorough beginning...
This time the violin played in struggle
to strip itself naked from drama...
The nights drags on
Lost in my thoughts...
Two little birds
Sitting on a rock...
Bring me forth the fire,
Then watch me wash it all away...
Recent months we have seen
A very different Grandma...
Wee free men, "this is who we are"
Not destined to be be slaves...
I was not keeping count it seems
I've been writing day and night...
Evil she entwines
and in innocent minds she...
It's two a.m. now.
Why am I not sleeping then...
Last night I couldn't sleep at all
For there was a huge storm...
Fodah
is the name...