Last night the power tripped
Gales of lightning flew through the valley
And pinned us beneath the winds
Rain pelted worlds still further
From which we awoke in the caves behind glass looking out
In the middle I sat when the night was whipped
Like shutters pulled in from the sides of the room
The dew of the storm can hold you in new light
Your footsteps on the gravel crunch through time in a rhythm I have woken before
I still remember who you are when I needed someone to lean on
Power lines through trees are thick like lines I leave towards that place I come from
Who is making your bread and giving you a bed to sleep
Who is giving you work and there when you need
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