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  • Seriously. I am obsessed with Veela. She makes my day every time.

    Lyrics:

    “They say the tree never bothers the bees
    Growing slowly, cradles them carefully
    It never asks for any kind of sympathy
    For holding ten thousand lives at its mercy”

    I’ve never felt so small, the scripture always tries
    To make me feel less strong and unsure of my life
    I want to see the sun just to know what it’s like
    To glance above my head and have it hurt, so
    The daughter of evening, now knows the meaning
    Of fighting against the current, pulled by others
    Led with steel, we are real, now.

    The false security of walls lined with stories
    And monks who preach control, our sacred role
    Our gifted souls - Enough literature
    I want to see the Earth
    From the outside, not the inside.

    Her favourite book wasn’t a story
    With words, it had charcoal drawings
    She kept it hidden under her shelf
    When the priest held elder meetings
    Pages turned, forever dreaming
    One day, to hold a seashell
    Just to feel - we are real, now.

    SoundCloudveelabeatsLunastepwakethephantom
    September 23, 2013
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