Find me in darkness.
It's where I stand.
Under cloud in chill air
On a cool, wet land.
Drifting upwards
To the firmament's hands.
It's where you'll find me.
It's where I understand.
Whisper softly.
Your voice is what mends.
Never mind my twisted, broken hands.
They'll lift you gently,
To where we understand...
Do you feel the raindrops?
Do you sense the sky descend?
Whisper gently.
With me there's no pretend.
Inspired by Michael J. Sheehey's song - Twisted Little Man
(listen to find the flow)
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