I feel crumpled inside.
My heart is struggling to feel...

Walking down the waters edge.
I feel the cool sand between my feet...

To a place far away, I’ll get up and fly.
I’ll just leave and not tell them...

They closed the door.
To lock me out...

I'm the imperfect.
The real form of the word...

Do you even care.
You always say you do...

As I walked along the river, watching raindrops...
Dampening my ceaseless worries with the calm sound...