5. Perspective Of A Mosquito

When I was four years old
we had a burnt black pellet stove
And one day I found a frail female mosquito

And I don’t know if she knew but I thought
she could do with a little more warmth
So I let her go on top that old black stove
And I watched her dance her life away

If her feet hadn’t melded with the metal
She could’ve flown from the lethal
Instead a silent scream seemed to follow

And I don’t know if she knew but I thought
she was going to be ok
So I let her go down her own road
And I wondered if it lead back to me
Yeah I let her go her own road
And I wondered if it lead back to me

Now I’m not as young
I remember what I’ve done
Cause one day I’ll find another one
And I won’t let it go, I won’t let it go

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