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On that branch or below those stones
It doesn't really matter which.
It's still inside my bones
and refusing to switch.
On the first I enjoy light
and feel the fresh air.
Inside me, out of sight,
It will never care.
Under the stones I can sleep
Safe and sound.
Yet it will still creep
It yearns to be found.
I thought it was staying inside me,
I can feel it here even still.
Outiside it has gained a means to be,
Perhaps through my own will.
I know the wind can be bitter
And that the rocks can be hard
And you may say that I'm a quitter,
But I will never let down my guard.
It doesn't really matter which.
It's still inside my bones
and refusing to switch.
On the first I enjoy light
and feel the fresh air.
Inside me, out of sight,
It will never care.
Under the stones I can sleep
Safe and sound.
Yet it will still creep
It yearns to be found.
I thought it was staying inside me,
I can feel it here even still.
Outiside it has gained a means to be,
Perhaps through my own will.
I know the wind can be bitter
And that the rocks can be hard
And you may say that I'm a quitter,
But I will never let down my guard.