An Outsider Undeserving of Love - Elysian Fields

Afraid of imperfection

She tip toes

Under a stranger’s roof

Sick with insecurities

She doesn’t dare claim a place

An uninvited guest

She accepts her fate

I’m doomed to be inferior

But I lack the gift of obedience

People say

I am foolish to bury

These fallen flowers

But who knows

When the time comes

Who will bury me

When the time comes

When the time comes

The shadow of a crane

Travels over frozen pond

She buries the soul of her poetry

Under a cold cold moon

Buries the soul of her poetry

Under a cold cold moon

As the coughing clouds roll in, roll in

Betrothed to the coughing clouds

As the coughing clouds roll in, roll in

Betrothed to the coughing clouds