The Early Years - Pitcher Plant

All of my intentions are lost on your arguments
Fruition, a wolf's sheep skin
You followed an empty purpose
It led you away from

Home again, if words are right
All things gold break
Honestly just let it
Lose yourself through this

In all we tried to omit
It's hard to face the truth we found

We've been scared to know this
All things gold break
Honestly, to prove it
Remember our start to these fragments

Written by:
Jodhi Mather-Pike

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