I was the last one with crayons. They told me of a blistering, fostering, greening earth. My hold so tight now - wax surrounds me. Trapse my path of then - a time when lives were kept in shoeboxes, Even though i was the last one picked in your game - i live. Your headwinds carried me away - i didnt fight, For i didnt know what it was about then - let me run with them i promise to be careful. There is wellness in the comfort of home. Nail biter peel it back for i, just stop i found a path. Jump the statue boy. Left at the right.