An ache in my bones
enough time to be alone
my feet have drawstrings
always cinched tight
a blanket around my shoulders
a cloak for old soldiers
or maybe a cocoon
to hold me past midnight
The chilled grass tickle my feet
tease out the hits and the falls
with their wintry tendrils
make these abused feel all right
the cover doesn't quite reach my toes
and I'm already compacted and cold
but I'll try to stay warm later
now is the time to strain my sight
I might be this, I might be that
I've try to decide what I can
who knows what I'll decide tomorrow?
or if I'll decide to fight
The pit in my stomach
the hole where the love goes
has always yawned wider
when I find a light
There's space to my left
space to my right
if I could share a moment with another
if I had the guts to say help
I would be all right
if I had the guts to say help
I would be all right
Held by the clouds,
strapped to this earth
always felt a little bit penned in
and somehow I'll find my wings
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