Pine Trees

You can walk in the pine trees

You can sit down

You can hold the earth in your handsYou can run from all this

You can go the long way

You can carry my weight the whole way downAs the crow flies straight

Holds me in his gaze

As he rises to his fate

We can do the sameI try not to visualize other people's eyes

And their compromising ways

And as I leave them far behind

I try to hide the route of my escapeYou can sit in the pine trees

You can feel at home

You can breathe a sigh of silence in the woods

You can bawl your heart out

Make your feelings known

Things the grass already knowsAs the crow flies straight

Holds me in his gaze

As he rises to his fate

We can do the sameI try not to visualize other people's eyes

And their compromising ways

And as I leave them far behind

I try to hide the route of my escape