What hast thou, O my soul, with paradise?
Will we not rather, when our freedom’s won,
Get us to some clear place wherein the sun
Lets drift in on us through the olive leaves
A liquid glory?
“Every plan had a flaw
Pried every board from the floor
Pride before fall but he felt sure
Both hands wrapped in gauze
Stole fire from God, your Lord
And I’m just wonderin’ what she was thinkin’ when she paused
What she was thinkin’ when she paused“
billy woods | “houthi”