Pretty little cage
Margot macdonald
Once upon a time, there was she
In a pretty little cage by the sea
Puppeteered by what she feared
So she pulled some strings and cut them free
In a pretty little cage by the sea
Puppeteered by what she feared
So she pulled some strings and cut them free
And on a clear day, she crossed that ocean
And a symphony of waves set in motion
But the skies remind of what she left behind
Just her two cents and a notion
That it’s not over, over
Over till you let it go
And grasping for pebbles and sand
The moment slipped right her hands
Palms to the ground, what you thought was sound
But this orb is ever turning, burning, yearning
And it’s not over, over
Over till you let it go
And with a seaside breeze she’d get the chill
Of sifting through the past, thinking still
Of painted eyes and silent goodbyes
Yea, once in a while I’ll get that chill
But it’s not over, over
Over till you let it…
Ahhhh, ahhhh
Ahhhhhhh, ahhhh
Don’t let it go
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