color inside the lines of the soul that has been forgotten
while i print another copy that is quite similar but just cant be the same
shade the lighter and heavier parts of thy mind that are weighed down with burdens and deadly sorrow
take me where the butterflies sing and the trees grieve when their roots are enslaved to bare the fruits of nature, that the petty, ungrateful humans consume
and tell me to fetch the nutrients from the river of milk and honey