Roam - I Am Oak

I want to go back again

And roll my eyes

And tame my limbs

And grow back again

I want to leave my skin

Lying in the wind

I want to go back again

Unseen

And lose my breath

When it exits my chest

And floats off to rest

When it finds a little home

In another chest

I’ll blame my skin

For lying in the wind

And let it float off again

Blame it on the whim

Blame it on the whim

Blame it on the whim