magic soup

Sitting on a bench and looking down The sun is up there's no one around I just told the story again To watch my rage in someone else Just a child living a dream Making soup with soap and sticks Fighting evil with sunbeams I know where the faeries rest but I carry the world on my baby shoulders I must be the reason for its fall Maybe I'm an illness in a human form But I don't think it was all my fault And with my hand I touch my chest Softly through my clothes And a familiar chemical It pumps through my bones