Rachel Baiman - Annie

Annie’s on the verge of tears
Drinking coffee through a straw she
Tells the kids to cover their ears
This is grownup talk
I cover mine for her to see but
Left little cracks between my fingers
When the news gets in
I wish I wasn’t listening

I was an old soul with a raw heart
So eager to see what would tear me apart
I’d soak it all up, till I’d get so low
Weighted by the things I could never un-know
Annie says go on and eat
Don’t you let that food get cold but
I was frozen in my seat
Couldn’t do what I was told


Something softenеd in her eyes
Maybе she could recognize
The worry, of a little kid
Whose world was suddenly too big

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