Lucky

Loss at my back

To know that I had lack

Now with your pace

At night you beckon by window frame

Frost on the morn

Dig deep, you'll find it's a warmth

Nested in no haste

Took flight and failure to know this place

For here all the making lies

And all is outlined

For thin is a humble kind

Is a sacred sign

Now let it cross your mind

As you catch the light

How every bend and bough

It's all a lucky find

Gonna treat it right

Wanna leave behind