Page 120 of Wild Eyes

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In the pines, by the water

In the arms of another

Little hands with big hearts find me

And I find peace

My life

Is tailored to fit just so

Never chosen

Then you came

Set fire to the lies I honed

Now I’m hoping

The future is perfect,

Strip me down to human

But my world doesn’t matter here

And my porcelain life is behind me

I found peace in the calmer air

In the simplicity of a new dream

In the pines, by the water

In the arms of a lover

Little hands with big hearts find me

And I find peace

Breathing in until my lungs cry

It’s like I’m forced here, trapped in two lives

Oh, the peace I’ve found

Or my old doll house

Breathing out the love you’ve shown me

Got a bird’s eye view of healing

Found in innocence

Photosynthesis

‘Cause my world doesn’t matter here

I left that version of me in the city

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