Her Fall From Grace

West coast kid, born in '85 Played with crabs and bones Horses and elves in stones Walked through fields of snow Hill after hill to home Only sound is the raven Guides here until the sun goes down She drags her feet across the water Said "I'm doing fine" Lights a candle for the journey Might be the last goodbye She wanted to go Little west coast kid, born in '85 Played with crabs and bones Horses and elves in stones She wanted to go

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 11, 2025