Grass & Dirt

I'm not used to the sun.
I'm not used to the grass and dirt.
When I'm covered by all these things.
You may hear that my heart it sings.
Not a word but a sound,
not a thought but a feeling deep.
No concern for the lack of walls.
Or a ceiling to stop this warm air.
Rising, feelings come, clear your mind.
Share your thoughts, and I will share mine.
I'm not used to a life
where the truth isn't hard to say.
Until now its come and gone
like a heart beating next to mine.
In the dark, in the light, (in the dawn, in the night).
In the days, in the weeks ahead.
I'll be waiting for you, And together
we'll make some sense of time,
All our disasters fade. Fear not.
Share your thoughts.
And I will share my love