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Ben River

Only when ready
Will the grass bleed,
Hanging on every word
For a sense of being mine

Changing to make change
As the process begins
Washed up on the pebbles
Leaving my reflection swimming

Only when ready
Will the sea calm,
Lost in the woods
On my own sense of self

Only when ready
Will the doors open,
My song seeps within
Roaring inside out

Only when ready
Will your love be seen in truth