I was outside today Mowing my grass And a small head popped out of the weeds I was scared at First, but then I asked What on Earth it needs It wasn't afraid It came right out and tried to reach my hand Reaction was to pull it back But in its grip was golden sand I understood this offer in care but didn't Know what to do I let my hand open up and really hadn't a clue It stepped in front of tall grass It placed the sand in mine Chills went up and down all throughout my spine. Wake Up Wake UP We are going to be late Get up off the bed My eyes popped open really wide and this is what I said Little friends with greenest skin live beneath our dirt It gave to me a Golden Sand and traded for my shirt It didn't say a single word It talked to me inside I heard its tiny voice sincere There was nothing I could hide My dreams must be getting worse with every passing day and every time I mow my yard I now look down and pray come on out and show again so others may believe They think I'm Crazy as of now They really cant conceive Every year that passes by I try to find my friend But he was there and now he's gone I wished this wouldn't end. Stop Stop Do not run Insane Asylum is here To take me back where I escaped The place made up my fear Now I sit alone and cold staring out the glass My little friend Has followed me He's hiding in the grass I wave at him and he waves back and sees me sitting here I mustn't say I saw him again But Crazy Yes its clear Shock therapy Control my brain Drugs within my cup. To keep a secret is not wrong I will not give him up The other side of my mind Must deal with what it must The wave gave me vibes I definitely could trust I turn left in my chair and feel a glowing power My pocket seems so warm I reach down Investigate Gold Sand hit the floor like flour Looking out Smiling huge My friend was at the Gate Goodbye My green friend Goodbye
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