Let us dance in a field full of roses.
Let our heads lift away from the ground.
Let us watch the sun
as it kisses our tears,
let the past
find a way
to ease.
Let us rise above the ground,
let the voices die,
replace them with sounds.
I want to hear what the trees can offer.
Let us leave the grief drunk or sober.
Let us dance in a field full of life,
Let us bury what we held,
let us survive.
Let us kill what
kept us dead
let us leave it,
let us leave it,
let us leave it
in the wild.
-In the wild,
a lullaby by Hiraya.
Confession #nine this was written as a song, too bad I can't sing.
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