Clearest Blue
Clearest Blue by CHVRCHES
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Open Doors
Ego
‘Tis a weed in the garden
Do nothing to make it grow
Some think it’s just a flower
Daring where it shouldn’t go
Through many will multiply
And choke the others dry
Some, worse are hurtful
Prick your fingers till you cry
Just to show how incessant
cursed ground, set apart, they are
I plucked out a whole garden full
here, you see my scars.
My sole one
You fit me
Like an old shoe
Been resoled, shined
Renewed
Who is wearing who?
Strung out to dry
Hopes are high.
Six feet
All I receive
these days
is junk mail.
Now I no longer
have the need
will you wear
my shoes?
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Image (C) Carlos Barria /Reuters
To my girl
Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
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Going the distance
How far could I throw you?
The distance between us grows more and less..
Hours of ours
If the walls could speak..
Look! you live in a fortress
with stone walls built up high
the workmanship is old
the roof lets in the sky
there is treasure in the mortar
if it all falls in
the slightest gap a way
for new life to begin
a record of your past
lies hidden here within
the mansion in the sky
is quite unlike these walls
Its Caretaker welcomes you and I
and would never let it fall.
Living words
Jubilee, for me will be a far more glorious year
Count the stars of heaven 