Entreaty, soft and silent
Upon the winter soil,
A spiritual indictment,
A lance to pierce a boil,
A lonely swath of longing,
A yearning without price,
Behold, the meritocracy
We once thought
Paradise
Other People's Feelings
Entreaty, soft and silent
Upon the winter soil,
A spiritual indictment,
A lance to pierce a boil,
A lonely swath of longing,
A yearning without price,
Behold, the meritocracy
We once thought
Paradise