Brooms in the fathers room

Oh brooms in the fathers room

Sweep clean your legs on the ground

Sweep clean those tinny legs fall

Tireless wrist breathe in deep

Breathe not their hate to clean

Incense green smoke

As wax light glow

Smiling away

smiling away
a wave from afar
smiling away all to part
not in a haste
so short a wave
for a pain so long
into the dawn
soon to be gone