On a bed of leafs she’s staring at the sky
waiting for someone to pass her by
Listen to the birds
they’re leaving
Listen to the trees
they’re grieving
Girl met boy
became a toy
and lost her way
Who she was
before that loss
she cannot say
But her bones are engraved
with the memories
of a killer
There are federal spies
in disguise
as dragonflies
in your garden
By an old oak tree she’s lying on the ground
wishing for someone to come around
Listen to the saints
they’re crying
Listen to her thoughts
they’re dying
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