Rosalie, Rosalie,
Could you come back down?
Can I tie you tight
To touch this ground?
Cause you’re hanging from the clouds again.
Rosalie, Rosalie
Do you dream of things?
When I dream of you
You have no wings
And you’re not so far from reach.
Come to me, come to me
Can I speak to you?
Say for me that
You want me to,
And maybe I’ll untie my tongue.
You keep on following down the sun.
But you forgot about me, Rosalie.
In the trees, in the trees
Can you feel that wind?
You’re like a portrait
And I’m wearing thin,
And there are crows across my back.
On my knees, on my knees,
It’s so hard to tell,
I saw you smiling
Beside the backyard well,
But now you’re up above the tree line.
Rosalie, Rosalie,
Can you sing to me?
Across these hills
And withered weeds,
I want to hear you before I’m done.
You keep on following down the sun.
But you forgot about me, Rosalie.
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Submission Name: Rosalie
