Watching the trees turn into their skeletal forms noticing the same within you
Bare and brave
A fucking hurricane but warm like the first day of spring
A hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on
Always spoke up, could never be silenced
Bare and brave
A fucking hurricane but warm like the first day of spring
A hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on
Always spoke up, could never be silenced
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