I close my eyes,
And open my imagination
Letting the instrumentals
Transport me to another place.
I see a bright, beautiful
Girl, joyously playing
In a field of sunflowers,
Without a care in the world.
Darkness, clouds, hurt
Obscure the scene, and
Eva is transformed into a
Grief-stricken adolescent.
The field is only a field,
No longer large enough
To hold all her dreams,
Stripped of it's motherly comfort.
She flees the village,
Kind pariah she may be,
Yet she is still unwanted,
Seeking the forest and adventure.
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