*I walked through the meadow,
And there was only me.
I wasn't scared of the bugs,
Not the grasshoppers or bees.
I smelled the lilac
And the springtime air.
I frolicked in the field,
I had no cares.
I laid in the grass,
And looked at the sky
Closed my eyes
And said, "Why? Oh why?"
Must I go back home
To the crumbling streets,
With the smog and litter
That sits at my feet?
Back to the oblivious people
Who don't seek
A simple life
Not wanting to be unique.
To the empty walls
That have no feeling
To white washed walls
That give no healing.
I said, "Why? Oh why?
Can't I stay here?
I can't go back home
And live in constant fear.*"
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
*I walked through the meadow,
And there was only me.
I wasn't scared of the bugs,
Not the grasshoppers or bees.
I smelled the lilac
And the springtime air.
I frolicked in the field,
I had no cares.
I laid in the grass,
And looked at the sky
Closed my eyes
And said, "Why? Oh why?"
Must I go back home
To the crumbling streets,
With the smog and litter
That sits at my feet?
Back to the oblivious people
Who don't seek
A simple life
Not wanting to be unique.
To the empty walls
That have no feeling
To white washed walls
That give no healing.
I said, "Why? Oh why?
Can't I stay here?
I can't go back home
And live in constant fear.*"
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