Run away little Girl, run away
the blind man said.
Go where they can't hurt you.
Don't follow your dreams, look
to the ground.
And be thankful you're higher than that.
Hide in the dark little Girl,
it's safer where they can't see you.
Where no one knows
where to seek you out
so they can't see to stab you,
to tear it all away from you.
Don't look back little Girl,
In case they catch you.
Snaring, snatching fingers
to have and hold and hinder.
The trees are vicious here
and the rivers full of dead water.
Hide from the world little Girl,
you don't want the anguish.
It's easier to pretend it doesn't exist.
In your gingerbread cottage,
your own only friend.
Until you become the Witch.
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
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