Nov 2
Oh, how I’m glad
To be born inside
Within my own body,
Instead of outside.
Here, my eyes can’t see
The flesh under my decor,
The scars below my shirt,
The soul beneath my body.
To be born inside
Within my own body,
Instead of outside.
Here, my eyes can’t see
The flesh under my decor,
The scars below my shirt,
The soul beneath my body.
