Daughter

Run, run
Through the woods

Talking branches will retrace you ?

Father, come and see
I'm old enough to fight to my own death

I'm not afraid, i've grown
I'm not your girl no more

Lie beneath a floor
A winding sheet for warms and comfort

Father, come and see
I'm old enough to lift the gravity

I'm not your frayed-haired girl
I'm not your golden boy