Lifted

Winter has lived here too long

Life frozen in the stream

The fire I built to keep me warm

Is ash and memory

Theres a hawk in the sky riding the wind

Blood on his tail death in his eyes

He reminds me of my friends

Lifted on feathered dreams

We rise

Lay my hand down on the map

Trace the lines into my palm

San Francisco Birmingham

I have chased this ghost too long

And I'm learning to forgive myself

I'm learning how to love

It won't come from anyone else

It does not come down from above