CONTRAST OF SOFT DOWN AGAINST MY SEASONED HAND I’M HERE TO SAVE SHE’LL NOT UNDERSTAND TO RELEASE TO LIFE HER WILD FREEDOM SING AS I CORRAL THEM IN EACH FRANTIC WING I BRING MY …
STILL AS THE MORNING AIR COMRADES LAY WHITE CREST OF FROST FUELS THIS DAY SO STILL THEY LAY LACKING HINT OF ANY FRAY SCATTERED WITH NATURAL ORDER OF DISARRAY TILL BREEZES RISE LIGHT TO GRO…