Cut more trees
Build more homes
Let the animals suffer
Because we don't want to
Nestled alongside my roost of books and blankets
I wonder where you have gone to
There she stands without a trace of fear
Yet my heart flutters when she trots near
If you think you know
Do you know the day when your mother was a virgin?
You have not had to feel the pain
Been trapped in a place that does not feel like your home
My family looks at me with such judgment.
They see that I have changed.
My family looks at me with such judgment.
They see that I have changed.
Maybe it was your eyes,
Big and droopy, but also told stories of the wise.
the squirrels like to give a chase,
Those bushy tail creatures always win the race,
they laugh in our face,
