Look at me and what do  you see
maybe a pretty face, maybe some skin and bones
but there’s not a threat in me,
keep them away stop throwing stones.
I mean you no harm,
nor have I ever meant it to anyone
I have no harmful atom in me
what do you see?


I’m curious, I really am, can I know
what wisdom have you decided to bestow
to make me a threat, you think I can be a fighter
you won’t be able to light that fire.
I always went where the wind blew
I was always the obedient one
I don’t know if things can change, who knew
I will start being harmful, at least in my mind.


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