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Hand Feed
Lyrics & Melody by Polly Wood  ©2013

 

HAND FEED

Do you 

know how 

nice it feels to find

myself at home?

 

This does

not mean 

that I've found one place

to call my own.

 

And now

when dark it comes

I will not run.

I will not run.

I'll invite it to stay.

I'll invite it to be.

I'll invite it to speak its needs 

Then I'll hand feed it.

I'll hand feed.

I'll hand feed it.