Wild Rose decides its time
to stop this endless picking away
at her own liver and dance.
She runs out the door
into the rain and barefootly spins,
and my god, the new leaves
on the trees, how they glisten.
Wild Rose decides its time
to stop this endless picking away
at her own liver and dance.
She runs out the door
into the rain and barefootly spins,
and my god, the new leaves
on the trees, how they glisten.