Like a bird with frost coated feathers
On your winter wing, far from your home
Will you stay ahead of the weather
Will you fly away and leave me alone

Ink made of spit and ash, tapped in with bone
Draw me a treasure map to find me a home
Where I'm never alone

Do I sleep when you need my comfort
Am I far away when you need me near
Is it cold and lonely beside me
Have I kept you safe or left you in fear

Whittled in old growth wood, a heart on a spear
Carved into granite cliff then erased by the years

What you got ain't always what you want
You can never be what you're not, but it is what it is
Things you need, sometimes they make you bleed
They say nothing good comes free

Do I Sleep

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