"April come she will, when streams are ripe & swelled with rain; May, she will, resting in my arms again..." <3
Hello, how are you. Welcome to the land of the lonely. So have a seat & shut up while we tell you how to live & what to believe in through the media. Freedom.
I'll lay down my dirty head & strum along, then close my eyes & feel the song. I'll breathe it in, get lost in time. Don't worry mom I'm doing fine.
Let's sing to the trees, imitating the sounds of the wind. Forget about opinions & judgement. She brought you to your knees, hoping your problems would unwind. & it makes me wonder where is my mind.
She walked to the river & back when she realized she wanted to be fly. No longer was she a prisoner of subjection. Blackly, she stared at the moon waiting for someone to tell her which way's which.