faith healing and planting by the signs

When stars won't shoot,
or ever even fall,
and you're left standing,
but not so tall,

tired
done
almost.

grit your teeth
in the loudest silence
sit down
with the stillest violence
and
hold tight in your gut and chest
the truth.
i'll sing the rest

"this little light of yours
you're gonna let it pour
this little light of mine
im gonna let it shine
these little lights of ours
we're gonna light like stars
in the sky
in the sky
way up high"