Thistle and Weeds

Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams,
'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams,
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind...
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me,
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see,
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems...

Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown,
I know you have felt much more love than you've shown,
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest...

But plant your hope with good seeds,
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds,
Rain down, rain down on me...
Look over your hills and be still,
The sky above us shoots to kill,
Rain down, rain down on me...

But I will hold on,
I will hold on hope! I will hold on!
I will hold on hope! I will hold on!
I will hold on hope! I will hold on!
I will hold on...

I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones,
Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves,
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made,
But plant your hope with good seeds,
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds,
Rain down, rain down on me...

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Started this a few days ago, though at the time I wasn't sure where I wanted to take it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to add Liadyd's hat or not, in the end I decided to leave it out to make her look less witch-like. Her cape is meant to be blowing in the wind. Oh yeah, I've made a blog for her story now, though I'm not sure how long it'll be until I post on it, as the plot is still gathering it's self.

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