Yellow Crumbs

If I could pick up the pieces,
Of the yellow crumbs that fell beneath us
And taste their scented charms
I’d build bridge for you back to my arms
A drum beats strong a winter drum beats
Like the slow steps of the prodigal son’s feet
Let there be no doubt
You can come back the same way you went out
Tears that fall on your cheeks
Freeze and
Don’t Leave and…
The bellow of a cello bound you
Somewhere a soft sweet violin found you
Let me be your bow
String me up and tune me up
Compose
Tears that fall on your cheeks
Freeze and
Don’t Leave and…
An apple bruised loses its sweetness
The tree it falls from shows no weakness
The root of you‘s been harmed
Follow the yellow crumbs back to my arms
Tears that fall on your cheeks
Freeze and
Don’t Leave and…