Tonight, I feel like having someone else do the talking for me. They pretty much encapsulate where I am. This is "Seven Years" from Norah Jones, and I've been reciting these lyrics in my head over and over for a few days.
Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song
Shes a little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
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