I Am Oak Roam
I want to go back again
And roll my eyes
And tame my limbs
And grow back again
I want to leave my skin
Lying in the wind
I want to go back again
Unseen
And lose my breath
When it exits my chest
And floats off to rest
When it finds a little home
In another chest
I'll blame my skin
For lying in the wind
And let it float off again
Blame it on the whim
Blame it on the whim
Blame it on the whim
