NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Nate’s plan worked beautifully, and he couldn’t be happier. By the time he had cleared away the debris in the yard, the berries were gone, and he had been left with a patch of dark soil. His lips curved up as he looked over his work, though he still felt like there was something missing.
A fence. Of course, it was so obvious. He wasn’t quite handy enough to make something that could kee people out, but he could put together something that would at least deter them with all the rubbage he’d moved. Nate went to pick through his pile, pulling out the longest and strongest pieces of wood and setting them to the side. He didn’t have nails, but he had a length of rough twine (or maybe a very dried vine?) and an idea that just might work.
Moving around the perimeter of the to-be garden, Nate pressed poles oito the ground, lashing two together in a loose ‘x’ shape to help keep it more stable. Then, he took the longer pieces and set them between his posts, and voila, a fence. Maybe he was handy after all. With such a decent (and impressive looking) amount of work done, Nate returned to the reason he’d gone outside in the first place, and leaned against the wall of the building, lighting another smoke.
A fence. Of course, it was so obvious. He wasn’t quite handy enough to make something that could kee people out, but he could put together something that would at least deter them with all the rubbage he’d moved. Nate went to pick through his pile, pulling out the longest and strongest pieces of wood and setting them to the side. He didn’t have nails, but he had a length of rough twine (or maybe a very dried vine?) and an idea that just might work.
Moving around the perimeter of the to-be garden, Nate pressed poles oito the ground, lashing two together in a loose ‘x’ shape to help keep it more stable. Then, he took the longer pieces and set them between his posts, and voila, a fence. Maybe he was handy after all. With such a decent (and impressive looking) amount of work done, Nate returned to the reason he’d gone outside in the first place, and leaned against the wall of the building, lighting another smoke.
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
