Breath March

And the river calls within 
Without a stone to skim
The surface of your skin 
So faint and shimmering 
A heat that's spilling in  

And the wolves that love to laugh 
To a moon that breaks in half
The gallows of the past  
Strange fruit that falls too fast
With nothing made to last

And the mourning in your eyes 
For the storms we cannot cry
All the times we dare not try
I’ll never give it up 
I’ll never feel enough
See the birds come rolling by 
On a bed of burning sky 
I’ll never say goodbye