I feel pure.
Standing naked,
my robe drops to the floor
and I am enveloped in artificial air.
Standing naked,
my robe drops to the floor
and I am enveloped in artificial air.
I am Gretel Stringing along the trail Small pieces of my heart and soul Like breadcrumbs. There is promise in the forest Hope of something great Even so I long to turn around And follow the pieces of my love Back home to safety and my other half.