The Hermit
A lonely home of introspection
The perse inner worlds
Black rainbows for roads
That lead nowhere
Cracked mirrors line the trees
Self-image different in each one
Change that wants to stay the same
While searching for the root of it all
Closed off and thoughtful
Secrets meant to keep
Hidden paper hearts
Protected from the sharp rain drops
Bloody confetti tree tops
House the hermit birds
Their wings are charred
But they fly high
High into the amethyst sky
Carrying their hermit secrets
And willingness to die
The perse inner worlds
Black rainbows for roads
That lead nowhere
Cracked mirrors line the trees
Self-image different in each one
Change that wants to stay the same
While searching for the root of it all
Closed off and thoughtful
Secrets meant to keep
Hidden paper hearts
Protected from the sharp rain drops
Bloody confetti tree tops
House the hermit birds
Their wings are charred
But they fly high
High into the amethyst sky
Carrying their hermit secrets
And willingness to die
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