Beth Orton Follow

Feral children in the pouring rainFor every constellation
she might navigate againEach and ever line she might wear
in timeBaptized by the rain and the euphoria of
painCould kiss or punch, sober or drunkLifted way
high or taken down deepInto blue space where the rules
changeFeral children know how to surviveFeral
children can fight for their livesFeral children hear what
no one knowsThere’s no words for the infinity of
ghostsThe infinity of ghostsHold on, hold
onHolding back the sea seems unlikelyShe’ll tell
youI can forgive youBut i can’t forget youAnd you
won’t forget meHold on, hold onHoding back the
fire seems to flame desireTry parting the water crossing
the seaShe’ll tell youI can forgive youBut i
can’t forget youAnd you won’t forget me