Little Pig Little Pig
You shouldn’t throw stones
You live in a glass house
And your all alone
Remember the seeds you threw away
His roots are strong
I live today
Bent but not broken
Flower amongst weeds
My voice echo’s on
Do you hear in your sleep
Haunted by the one you gave away
I’M STILL HERE
I LIVE TODAY
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