Lyrics Mornings of May - Alysari

Second morning of May
I dipped cookies in my coffee and watched the rain
I wondered how you'd live out your days
I'd like to spend mine quiet, to be sure
Solitary and ordinary, nothing more
And no long line of lovers at my door

For I'd rather the storm as my companion
I'd rather this land as my champion
For no one can speak softer than this prairie can
And no one sings sweeter than the birds can in the month of May

Fourth morning of May
I have mourned myself for some odd days
The self that I carry, the self in a grave
Do we kill any good with our bad?
Once I killed my heart to keep from going mad
But now I'm changed; it's slowly growing back

Tenth morning of May
I watched the robin in the yard and I prayed
I can't take another life lost to fate
Can it be so cruel if I just walk away?
Let nature take its course, its natural state?
For this land is nothing if not a cruel plain

But I'd rather the storm as my companion
I'd rather this land as my champion
For no one can speak softer than this prairie can
And no one sings sweeter than the birds can in the month of May

Fifteenth morning of May
I bid farewell to the hole in which I stayed
Fella gave me money to keep on this way
Does it count to just sing alone?
At home, dealing solitary hands?
All I need is a piece of wild land

Now it's the last few mornings of May
I met a friend and had little else to say
I've cried so much this month, I'm constantly changed
Still she's something special to embrace
Aging eyes behind a pale youthful face
A changeling until the next May