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Baby’s Breath

Hiding underground,
Dont you fear the harsh wind.
Oh don’t you fear your own bloom.
I’ll hold you safe, I promise.
Wont you come out the womb?

Oh my baby’s breath
They stomped you back to the ground.
Don’t quiver my queen, with time
You’re going to be crowned.

Come along, rise above the ground
take hold of your roots, take flight with
your wings
Baby’s breath, you’ll survive to see the day
when your sisters in freedom sings

Hold the love and innocence inside close
To give and grow in spite it all
for Baby’s breath my darling,
your rising is many a flowers wake up call.

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