i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
singing fairy tales a loud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me
i say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a faster
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are a singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
