Oh baby girl,
Look at you,
Look at this mess,
You couldn't be any less.
Oh young girl,
Stop looking for the lost,
Look at those who love you the most.
Feel the pain of leaving them.
Imagine them walking away,
Looking for another aim.
See the signs behind the fog.
Let your tears drop under the rain.
Let your eyes pierce
The depth of the pain.
Taste the joy
Of being broken and fierce.
Emy Greater
02 / 2018
