It feels so cold,
My body is freezing
And I don't know where to go...
People are watching
When I come out of my home;
But the flies are never peeking
When the pins sting my toes.
Flowers dried out
And cracked the whole tob,
The bees made up their mind
To sting me on my throat.
I stopped by the wood
When my eyes wanted to talk,
And I leaned on the grass
Where I used to show my sores.
Never thought the crows would pile up walls between us,
Throwing me away from the core of the grass,
Wanting me to heal all the sores with the tasks;
I've been looking for a way to get a mask
And never return to the base of the scars.