Bess Rogers Sunday
Underneath the bricks,
Underneath the dirt,
Down below the roots,
My love grows within the earth.
Easy now, you stare down in,
From higher ground if you want it, you have to dig.
Underneath the skin
Settled in the bones,
You want to leave your mark,
But my heart beats for anyone…
Easy now, you stare down in,
From higher ground if you want it, you have to dig.
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