She lays on the wall, watching the strangers drift away
Mid-day's ore thick with the Sun of Arabia
She surrenders her voices, they gather on the wind
Talking, chanting, breathing into her body, yesterdays
Awakened beside the scent of burnt sugar on her skin
Painting eyes, thick with the color she brings in
Oh, and sure and strong when the lightning tumbles down
Don't you frown, everything will be in time for this evening
If there's secrets, she has to be party to every one of them
If there's heaven, she gets to the heart and you'll wonder
Why she says, when I run out of blue
Help me rise instead, now I can
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