Lay my head against the grass,
Rotten roots are sticking out, it has passed.
Will it ever be the same?
A place on earth to grow again?
And as I see a seagull pass,
I hope destiny will find its' path.
And just for now, I wish no more,
But to lay my head against the grass once more.
Hoping that there someday will be,
Someone who will carry me,
Taking what is left of me.
Rotten roots are sticking out, it has passed.
Will it ever be the same?
A place on earth to grow again?
And as I see a seagull pass,
I hope destiny will find its' path.
And just for now, I wish no more,
But to lay my head against the grass once more.
Hoping that there someday will be,
Someone who will carry me,
Taking what is left of me.
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