Slow Dakota The Lilac Bush
One day I came close
To giving up my ghost;
I put my chin inside
A mouth of knotted rope!
But instead of stopping,
My heart began to fly;
A dove perched on my shoulder,
And whispered in my ear:
“Each day God comes home
With lilacs from His bush;
He picks them all for you,
His chosen darkling thrush!â€