The Younger One

It felt just like the walls that you’d spent so long tearing down
So you hid inside a closet made of gowns
Walking on that line makes you feel stuck
Its so hard when you grow pretty before you grow up
Because you never quite have time to find out what you want
But there is love in your hands, you only have to take out them
And never use them as a shield again
A cross hangs around your neck so loose
And though it brings you life, sometimes it feels just like a noose
But god is not disappointed in you
But love and beauty haunt you in your dreams
And fish turn into whales in front of me
As we try to find the depth of this whole sea
Heaven comes in waves, some days you’re drowning
Some days you’re saved
But it always feels like swimming either way