Elysian Fields
An Outsider Undeserving Of Love
Afraid of imperfection
She tip toes
Under a stranger’s roof
Sick with insecurities
She doesn’t dare claim a place
An uninvited guest
She accepts her fate
I’m doomed to be inferior
But I lack the gift of obedience
People say
I am foolish to bury
These fallen flowers
But who knows
When the time comes
Who will bury me
When the time comes
When the time comes
The shadow of a crane
Travels over frozen pond
She buries the soul of her poetry
Under a cold, cold moon
Buries the soul of her poetry
Under a cold, cold moon
As the coughing clouds roll in, roll in
Betrothed to the coughing clouds
As the coughing clouds roll in, roll in
Betrothed to the coughing clouds
From Letras Mania