It is a simple enough word
A blanket over me
The cleft of a rock
A bit of plastic tenting
as the storm blows in
These angels,
Fierce angels
Stretch wings of splendor over our history of blood

Turn your head to the side little girl
To the past where we both came from
And imagine for a minute
A world without cover
The shadow of majesty
Passing over us
Leaving us all

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