The Odd Child's Perspective

A Child

There's a child
in the woods
Who would run away
if only she could

This cruel world
like hounds at her feet
But somehow her heart
keeps up with the beat

She's got flowers in her mind
and dirt in her eyes
There's stones in her fists
But she's lost in a world
that doesn't care what's inside

So she lays in the grass
and singsA lullaby
for the birds
A tear for the Earth

as all she wants
is to return
To her roots
that burrow to deep
For this world to uproot
and keep

Shes a Wild flower
Lost in the medow
Of forgotten regrets
Of the children
Who would run away to the woods
If only they could.

~brokenglasseye