Friday, October 26, 2018

Forest Fire






When you were young you used to dream about fires
And scream into the night
To find me standing barefoot at your side
I used to whisper it will be alright
And lay down at your side
And take your tiny hands into mine

And how
Was i to know
I'm not strong
I should have saved you and
Oh
I hope you know
That you're my home
But now I'm lost
So lost

Brighton


*+Half-Deer+ Fawn - Cautious (Natural)




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