it's chilly here
the wind goes through
my defenses are down
I'm open to stares
I know they're laughing
children passing
as I stand
exposed
I'm rooted to the ground
wishing I could hide
sink into warm earth
but I'm bound still
forced to wait
'til Kingdom come
the wind goes through
my defenses are down
I'm open to stares
I know they're laughing
children passing
as I stand
exposed
I'm rooted to the ground
wishing I could hide
sink into warm earth
but I'm bound still
forced to wait
'til Kingdom come
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