I realized that skin and bone
were merely craft of stick and stone
to give the heart a place to grow.
Wrap me in foil.
Plant me in soil.
And though I may spoil
My heart will never rot.
I realized that skin and bones
are simply seeds, that aren't yet sown
but slowly finding their way home.
Wrap me jn foil.
Plant me in soil.
And no, i may spoil
Those seeds will soon be free.
Wrap me in foil.
Plant me in soil.
And no, i may spoil.
My heart will never grow.

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