The Mast - Wild Poppies Lyrics
Riding through these hillsThey're holy as we willThis is a desert---this is a jungleThe wildflower, she waves,to the cameras, to the high wallto the watchtower, so graveFour wild poppies by the wallUnder spirals of wires barbedEnough to lift and break my heartThey remind me of what I knowThrough my body, their magic flows"I am a lover, I am a fractal,"The wildflower, she saysTo the cameras, to the high wallTo the watchtower so graveFour wild poppies by the wallI look real close and I hear their callYeah, it lifts me and frees my soulFour wild poppies by the wallI'm thinking of another timeI'm thinking of another lifeI'm thinking of another wayI'm thinking of another page