Lions Mane

Run like a race for family when you hear like you’re alone The rusted gears of morning to faceless busy phones We gladly run in circles but the shape we’re meant to make is gone Love is a tired symphony you hum when you awake Love is a crying baby mama warned you not to shake Love is the best sensation hiding in the lion’s mane So I’ll clear the road the gravel and the thorn bush in your path Burn the scented oil that I’ll drip into your bath The water’s there to warm you and the earth is warmer when you laugh. Love is a scene I render when you catch me wide awake Love’s a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you Love is the best endeavor waiting in the lion’s mane