frankincense and coal

some leaves brush you like a feather

mother

where'd it go?

feeling like without the weather

lost before it's home

dreams are seldom like a medal

when you fight like

money hits you like a hammer

paying to be poor

sticks and stones and broken summer

mother

where'd it go?

cobwebs hold you like a hammer

made you fit the cold

smoke and beams and silence ember

frankincense and coal