Bring Her Home - Anette Askvik

Walls of glass and a little child

She’s looking at the world outside

She says;

mummy can we go out today

I know it’s possible, I heard the others say

But honey all you need is here

It isn’t safe out there

China dolls and paper planes

Be good and play with them!

Bring her home

So she decided to go out by herself to see

To find it wasn’t all that pretty

She’d fall real hard to get to new highs

They would chase her at day and comfort her at night

She’d gaze at the roses and get thorns in her hands

It’s all part of the plan

Cause dolls and diamonds and an overflow

Please leave me alone, let me go

Bring her home

Now follow the arrows or step out of the line

If you don’t, they will make up your mind

Cocoons and butterflies, me and I

I stand up tall, I run away to hide

And she also prefers a life on a roller coaster

And not floating along like so many of the others

But the last time she fell, she couldn’t get up again

So they made sure to turn her into one of them

Bring her home