I never had the guts for it - this country where we were born. Little blondy girl sitting proudly in daddys car.
I feel beautiful today, you said to me, as if it was an Epiphany. You glowed there in the gown of hope and love.
Only you ever noticed how my fingers curled like embryos unborn, and you loved them in a way, that only you could do.
A raging storm unfurled upon you. It couldn't stop you tho. That cutting rain and vicious light hounded you, till you crawled into your sheltered space..... to lay all wet and spent and raw. I bent and smelled your courage; so loved you all the more; in the way, that only I could do, till then I wasn't sure.
You always had the guts for it - the country where we were born. Ive torn myself away from it. You'll still have your grasp on it and never let it go; the country where we were born.
I feel beautiful today, you said to me, as if it was an Epiphany. You glowed there in the gown of hope and love.
Only you ever noticed how my fingers curled like embryos unborn, and you loved them in a way, that only you could do.
A raging storm unfurled upon you. It couldn't stop you tho. That cutting rain and vicious light hounded you, till you crawled into your sheltered space..... to lay all wet and spent and raw. I bent and smelled your courage; so loved you all the more; in the way, that only I could do, till then I wasn't sure.
You always had the guts for it - the country where we were born. Ive torn myself away from it. You'll still have your grasp on it and never let it go; the country where we were born.
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