Pine Trees

You can walk in the pine trees

You can sit down

You can hold the earth in your hands

You can run from all this

You can go the long way

You can carry my weight the whole way down

As the crow flies straight

Holds me in his gaze

As he rises to his fate

We can do the same

I try not to visualize other people's eyes

And their compromising ways

And as I leave them far behind

I try to hide the route of my escape

You can sit in the pine trees

You can feel at home

You can breathe a sigh of silence in the woods

You can bawl your heart out

Make your feelings known

Things the grass already knows

As the crow flies straight

Holds me in his gaze

As he rises to his fate

We can do the same

I try not to visualize other people's eyes

And their compromising ways

And as I leave them far behind

I try to hide the route of my escape