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Mer Girl

I ran from my house that cannot contain me From the man that I cannot keep From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone From my daughter that never sleeps I ran from the noise and the silence From the traffic on the streets I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair And soaked my shoes and skin Hid my tears, hid my fears I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery And held my breath, and thought about your death I ran to the lake, up into the hills I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still And I saw the crumbling tombstones All forgotten names I tasted the rain, I tasted my tears I cursed the angels, I tasted my fears And the ground gave way beneath my feet And the earth took me in her arms Leaves covered my face Ants marched across my back Black