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I’m safely kept in a world on a string

There’s an eye watching me for everything

I’m protected and held back

While the train contacts the track

  

I look at my elder clone

And the barriers of my own

She wears a coat of black and copper

While my mother grabs me, acting proper

  

I hear the spur of people coming home

I look at the trees, the birds, and the gnome

The cathedral chimes and train blows

It gets colder the more it snows

  

I want to cross the train, go into the shops

I stand begging mother, while the little bird hops

To me as a child everything’s a distraction

Whether it’s just a leaf blowing or important action

  

It’s winter and all is a smudge

None of the trees want to budge

I’m waiting for the plants to come in new

Fresh flowers in spring skies of blue

  

Right now the world feels so unclear

Living our lives in love and fear

I cart along the road as the train carts on the track

I’m in a world locked in and there’s no turning back

  

The world can be clean in one swipe of the night

When the sun has gone down, when there’s no more light

The sunset comes back tomorrow and the next

Revealing god’s glow and erasing the day’s text