In the stillness of the morning
Beneath the manzanita trees
I woke before the others
To see you next to me
To see
Your shadow looming over
And the sting of your breath
Your incoherent whispers
Still echo in my head
One day I'll fly, I'll fly away
And feel the softness of the rain
I won't seek shelter from the pain
Water come and wash over me
It took me ten years to go back
To the grove of manzanita trees
To see their delicate bark chipping away
To see what you took from me
One day I'll fly, I'll fly away
And feel the softness of the rain
I won't seek shelter from the pain
Water come and wash over me
I'll fly
I'll fly
I'll fly
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