You told me, "Darling, don't you worry oh my dear." But my mind it worries much too much I do fear Sick of a march made of patterns and circles in time Bravery sprung from cacophonous calls of our crimes I told you, "Darling, don't you dare come so near." Prompted by lungs seeking hydrogen, oxygen clear, but Weave me a thread from your chest and a spindle from spine Tapestry hung from a delicate frame in our minds You had a good heart You had a good heart You had a good heart You had a good heart