I wrote a new song. Interesting how this came together. A simple bookshelf and the outdoors creates a story for a song.
She calls herself a little woman. The star of the sea.
Building her secret garden beneath a spiraling tree.
Can you keep a secret? she asks.. to then her dragon's reveal.
To own. To feel. It's real.
But the crane he sits still like her looking out upon the field.
As though he was there for the same reason.
Giving thanks for the pain.
Giving thanks for the pain.
And she sings.. la la la la
she sings..la la la la
And the.. la la la la..
Makes everything better.
Contemplation carries her to
But the tree and his branches is the move
You can not get to the castle until
You swim, You sweat, Plow through
And she sings...la la la la
she sings..la la la la
And the.. la la la la
Makes everything better....
It makes everything better..
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