Sometimes after a long
Day your voice envelopes
Me like a hot
Bath or warm blanket
Or a flickering candle
Making the wars of
Life disappear I run
To it drag myself
To it accept it
As my reward for
Doing all the things
I’d rather not do
Sometimes after a long
Day your voice envelopes
Me like a hot
Bath or warm blanket
Or a flickering candle
Making the wars of
Life disappear I run
To it drag myself
To it accept it
As my reward for
Doing all the things
I’d rather not do