by usthiax

Genre: Folk


You think you can kill me
I think you can try
there’s no fun no batteries
but there’s a way to fly

you are like a dry little seed….

Rocky are the mountains
of our love and pride
and vital are the fountains
of our hearts and eyes

you are like a dry little seed
to bo thrown in the field
to be loved by the
rain that doesn’t come
rain that doesn’t fall.

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