Waifs & Strays - Jeniferever

I Prune trees until they bleed

Cut until I look well achieved

I braid a mask of leaves

Fight to find the balance in between

The expectations and conditions

Melt two blades into one

There is line a mark where mist turns to clouds

When I find it I'll place a cut

Split my spine in half

There is a hook on which a rope to me is tied

When I find it I'll cut myself loose

For seven years in spheres of glass

Aiming reflections in to dust we've emptied our trust

Will a kid dare to trust his visions

If no one tells him that he can

Undrape jewels in his eyes

There is line a mark where mist turns to clouds

When I find it I'll place a cut

Split my spine in half

There is a hook on which a rope to me is tied

When I find it I'll cut myself loose

We're cold lone and deceitful to our kind

Estranged wild dogs left behind

Hunting reflections of the sun

I Prune trees until they bleed

Cut until I look well achieved

I braid a mask of leaves