Palma Violets

Feel the pain all around my fingers Through my windows you see it glow You want to help but there’s no fixing this There’s no fixing this Palma violets on my tongue it’s unhealthy To waste away the days thinking of you Sit around the fire in the evenings Sparks then embers gone so quick burnt through Hear the birds outside and their chirping Think of what they feel inside their hearts Not a worry in the world they spend their days Fluttering flying from branch to branch