Little will change 

Beyond these crooked stones

Each night I’ll come back

Telling nobody I’ve come home

 

Stow my burdens in the closet

At the end of every week

So they can find me alone,

Both my anguish and some peace

 

I dim my own sunshine

When I enter your room

And board up all my windows

Every time you’re in a mood

 

May you find absolution

In your own second chance

As you persist your mistakes

In a better circumstance

 

Some vines I’ll untangle,

Some thorns I’ll remove,

Suppose there’s always privilege

In having anything to lose

 

Once I’m gone, I won’t return

Or look back a single glance

I’ll grow my own Eden

And let these flowers finally dance.

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— 13/03/21