We are just outsiders,
Waiting at the boundary,
Begging at the doorway,
Asking for the love.
We do not remember,
A time before the violence,
Before the hearts went hungry,
Before they turned to stone.
If you were not frightened,
The water might run clearer,
You might see us hiding,
In the shallow streams.
We are not witches.
Waiting at the boundary,
Begging at the doorway,
Asking for the love.
We do not remember,
A time before the violence,
Before the hearts went hungry,
Before they turned to stone.
If you were not frightened,
The water might run clearer,
You might see us hiding,
In the shallow streams.
We are not witches.
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