Some Friday nights

Forty days and forty nights, I’ve waited for a guy like you to come and save my life

Hope

Sleepless, cold nights Three little good things that try to push through To make it all right

Forty days and forty nights

Burning wood

Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s