A Little Peep

These devices burn my eyes
I do not know where to hide
Breathing in the holy fire on my phone
Seated in the center aisle all alone

Leave me, the mourning child, fast asleep
Don't make a sound or even a little peep

Celebrating having friends
After that an empty trial

In my song
Pretend I am a cloud
Float away

Pouring silence down my face
Like my dinosaur I'm pressing into shapes

Plant my word
In the garden
Had a hint of this before, before...

Leave me, the mourning child, fast asleep
Don't make a sound or even a little peep
Or a little peep
Or a little peep
Or a little peep...

Child... fast asleep



Credits
Writer(s): Katharine Mcshane
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