Thirty-Three, Pt. 4: Forgotten

Gather the ones you love

Hold them tightly

Say what you want

I know for sure

Come all you weak and wounded you've burned brightly

Untie your sins

Throw them overboard

Oh lord my hands may be frozen

But my mind was as clear as a bell

And these legs still feel the ocean

Through the cracks of the floor where our stories fell...

Where we fell