salm of becoming Lyrics

I'll go long

For the longly ways that westward fall in shade

And slowly wept the willow trees of wind which swept apart the blind

The hungry, the beaten things which mistaken for roots

Were ways which didn't pick the placement

She slowly gave away the pieces of her body

To its friends

And there was nothing left when they were done

You could have mistaken her

In the empty night

Like a prayer for forgiveness

For whatever it was, was done