I found a place where memory seldom retained what remains of these dawns in disgrace
Lids lowered in shame
I cannot face the cold
Mourning the missing intent of the summers I'd sold
West facing window
The sun now will set over snow
These houses used to speak to me
Little snatches of lives fast asleep
And I would always play
Among treasures that they threw away
Silhouetted trees
Carry secrets that men cannot speak
And I will always stay
Among treasures that they threw away
Spin me around
I'll twirl and I'll twirl and I'll twirl and I'll hit the ground
The sting on my cheek
I hang my head in scorn
But I was born to savor and spit and resist
I'm a guest
I'm a storm
These houses used to speak to me
Little snatches of lives fast asleep
And I would always play
Among treasures that they threw away
Silhouetted trees
Carry secrets that men cannot speak
And I will always stay
Among treasures that they threw away
Silhouetted trees
Just don't mean what they once did to me
But I will find my way
Paved with treasures that men threw away
credits
from Finale 801,
released June 16, 2015
Diandra Ryan-Mas -
acoustic guitar, vocals, bass
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