Five cans of paint in the empty fields. The dust reveals. . The children cry, the work never ends. There's not a single friend. . Who will hold her hand in the sunken lands?.
When you're like a broken bird tell heaven. Battered wings against the dark and day. When your worries won't let you sleep tell heaven. When the tears won't ever go away.
Dark highways and the country roads. Don't scare you like they did. The woods and winds, they'll welcome you. To the places you once hid. . (). You grew up and you moved away.