Teething from Dispeller by Ben Woods

No appeals and no surprises for someone
All your fields are left to prying for sun
Feels your laying down for no-one
Could it matter where you’re going, when it’s done?

I don’t know it well
Your sweet face seems to show
I don’t know it well
How you keep faith for them still growing

Biding feelings and a few more seasons to come
Saw them grieving from like a magazine – still nothing’s won
You saw them teething under light still feeding what you loved
Kindness breeding under times unreason – that’s what you’ve done

I don’t know them well
All these traces left to show
I don’t know you well
But you keep faith for them still growing

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