Be

Current 93

From a swerven shore to bend of bay 
Just as easy to die on a bright sunny day 
When my mind and heart return 
To count the crackings of my faults 
To try and tell the form is dark 
To pitch a pain and make it hold 
To crawl through rain in dust parched bowl 
These are the things we may not do 
This is where the light grows dim 
This is where all voice is stutter 
This is where all lips shall crack 
This is where my life has led me 
This is where I chose to stay 
This is where I fall apart