Walk Slower Through The Grass

Summer morning, sun on my face. The freedom was in the air.
Tall grass, acres to play.
Please let me go back there…oh please just for a moment, go back there

COLD THROUGH MY BONES.
THAT’S WHAT I HAVE NOW.
THE SKY IS DARK AND GRAY.
I CRY AND ASK MYSELF HOW..AS THE TEARS RUN, HOW,HOW, HOW

Beautiful breeze, flowers were swaying.
The garden, so bright, green to pick are mine.
Picnic table, smiling, sitting on top.
That day, it had no worries, no time…just one more moment of precious time?

CHILLED WINDS WITH NO MERCY.
THE TREES ARE STARTING TO DIE.
I HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE NOW.
PEACEFUL TIMES ARE LONG GONE BY.
WHERE DID THEY GO? THEY’RE LONG GONE BY

I am no longer that child who wasn’t told the truth.
Of how twisted this world can be, the darkness I didn’t see.
Now I learned of the pain I am destined to endure.
I had no way of ever knowing this is what it would be.

I should have picked more flower.
And walked slower through the grass.
Inhaled the fragrance of the garden.
Soaked in every sun ray on my face,But it’s too late, I’m not her anymore.
I will hide until the darkness fades.
Or until I am let free.
Please, if you’re there, let me go free, please let me go free, I beg you to be free

Written by Alisa Chagnon, webmaster of Love Bulletin.

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