I don’t live in a tree
I don’t live in a cave
I don’t feel like a bird
I don’t feel like a wave

Fighting when the belly was strong
Fighting when the belly was strong
I was over my head when I had something good to say
Fighting when the belly was strong

If I look around you I can see that pieces sometimes.. you leave a trail behind.
It’s precious to me.... like stones you find.... they are covered in green.