my mind was an unripened plum
my pulse was a muted drum
but my heart was a forest green
sustained by the rivers that i chase in my dreams
i run through the fields dressed in white
unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind
my legs were tethered and bound
set free by the pieces of wisdom i found
my skin grew calloused and rough
built up by the voices that said i wasn't enough
but my heart is a forest green
sustained by the rivers that i chase in my dreams
i run through the fields dressed in white
unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind
my heart is a forest green
sustained by the rivers that i chase in my dreams
i run through the fields dressed in white
unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind