Blue Leaves

Irene Wilde

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    You’re a work of art
    A mixture of beauty and sadness
    He might not have had the painter’s eye
    To make out such distinctions
    And as your body heals
    I ask you to remember
    This reality you built
    Won’t block out all dark, unnatural movements

    Grow old with me
    Grow old with me

    Blue leaves, white branches on the trees
    Oh the world
    See it, see it with me
    And I will build you a balloon
    Float you away from this place
    Where the Sun shines
    And hope doesn’t make you cave
    But now I stand as they pray
    All the people that have come to congregate
    As your mother gives me a false name
    So I can see you lie there
    In that lifeless state
    But I fear when you wake up
    You’ll still be needing that one man’s love
    And I won’t be enough
    So I sing to you
    While they fix your charcoaled
    Charcoaled lungs

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    Grow old with me
    The best in life is yet to be
    Grow old with me
    The best in life
    The best in life
    The best

    So look me in the eye
    As I stand by your side
    You were telling me it was just a whim
    But the reality is
    You were an inch from this life
    So get angry with me
    Yell and scream
    Do what you need
    But do not wash this out to sea
    If I have to
    I’ll be the mirror that you need
    For when you wake up
    Not from death
    But unrequited love

    You’ll realize you are enough
    And there are many many
    Versions of true love
    ‘'cause there’s a hope
    There’s a light
    But it’s not by reaching the other side
    Its by letting those tears fall
    And confronting what hurts most inside

    Grow old with me
    The best in life is yet to be
    Grow old with me
    The best in life
    The best in life
    Grow old with me
    The best in life is yet to be
    Grow old with me
    The best in life
    The best in life
    The best

    Blue leaves whites branches on the trees
    Oh the world you see it
    See it with me
    And I will build you a balloon
    Float you from this place
    Where the Sun shines and
    Hope doesn’t make you cave
    But now I stand as they

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    Composición: Irene Wilde

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