What a happy place
A canopy of branches
On a bed of green
What a lovely scene
Now among the wild
With eyes upon me
I'm afraid to breathe
I am only flesh and bone
Running through the great unknown
Stumbling over sticks and stones
Till I'm down upon my knees
Suddenly the day is night
Things aren't always black and white
They talk about the fight or flight
They don't talk about the freeze
When your happy place
Is suddenly a stranger
You feel the danger
Of where the wild things are
When you want to run
But you're bearing the weight
Thе branch-like fingers
Of a clumsy boy
Once an opеn sky
There's suddenly a ceiling
And you're forced to feel
A canopy of branches
On a bed of green
What a lovely scene
Now among the wild
With eyes upon me
I'm afraid to breathe
I am only flesh and bone
Running through the great unknown
Stumbling over sticks and stones
Till I'm down upon my knees
Suddenly the day is night
Things aren't always black and white
They talk about the fight or flight
They don't talk about the freeze
When your happy place
Is suddenly a stranger
You feel the danger
Of where the wild things are
When you want to run
But you're bearing the weight
Thе branch-like fingers
Of a clumsy boy
Once an opеn sky
There's suddenly a ceiling
And you're forced to feel
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