Boom!

boom

my voice says make room

may the hand combat the gloom

when the ant comes creeping up

i spread my arms so i'd assume

my vest starts to bloom

with the breath that I consume

and I grow like grass on the hillside

its the way i leave my tomb

was it dark in there at all?

it was dark i must admit

was it you that i heard call?

it was me from yonder pit

was it what you thought was you?

it was me and someone else

i was crying out for you

in high and girly swell

is the gleam you thought was gone

beginning to return?

when you lay down on the lawn

can't you feel its fiery burn

see the rooftops in the sun

see the fading afternoon

feel the tangle come undone

hear the doobydoo

boom

my voice says make room

may the hand combat the gloom

when the dark slips in

I spread my arms so why did I consume

the depth of its doom

with the brightness I resume

and I grow green leaves on my branches

its the way my blossoms bloom

wasn't I the wind that blew?

here is that what you allowed

to come wildly rushing through

you became a gambit howl

was it finally coming true

it had never ceased to be

wasn't i the light that grew

wasn't that light born in me

here is that what you have touched

when you werent trying to

it was how you made so much

by forgetting what was you

see the rooftops in the sun

see the fading afternoon

feel the tangle come undone

hear the doobydoo

and like a mountain peak so high and stout

i blew my little bloomy guts about

i was told i've always been

with flashing flood and whipping wind

i live with everything that i can't do without