I thought of writing a song for you.
No more flowers for the heartless
No more you and I retardness
No more running from the pain
Countries
Borders
And asking freedom from elsewhere.
She doesn't know you
Not anymore.
Crawl
Return to your mother.
Go back to the roots,
Grow back to who you are.
I thought of writing a song for you.
Couldn't.
Was wounded by the
wounds of you.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
I thought of writing a song for you.
No more flowers for the heartless
No more you and I retardness
No more running from the pain
Countries
Borders
And asking freedom from elsewhere.
She doesn't know you
Not anymore.
Crawl
Return to your mother.
Go back to the roots,
Grow back to who you are.
I thought of writing a song for you.
Couldn't.
Was wounded by the
wounds of you.
We must find our way back home to the sacred earth. We must live with her in harmony
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