Hiding In the Pine Trees
I'm waiting for salvation
For the morning sun to rise
I'm waiting for freedom
To look me in the eyes
But I'm hiding in the pine trees
And I'm hiding from the light
I'm hiding in the shadows
And hiding in plain sight
Do I see a tunnel
Or do I see a wall
Should I crawl forward
Or from it will I fall
I used to be a child
When life was a game
And I am yet a child
But life is not the same
I'm looking for a warmth
That salvation must provide
But until I find that freedom
In the pine trees I will hide
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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