If you see Rose Dover. That's her secret name. She would meet 3 others. To keep the forest safe. She said. "My reality was soon called. Make believe imagination's funeral. Killed by the teenage me". You don't have to throw it away. Throw being a kid away. Just because you're growing up. Faster everyday. You don't have to throw it all away. You don't have to throw it all away. There's a way. I've been thinking lately it's not. A permanent situation. Just a phase that she's in. I've been thinking lately. I've been thinking lately. It's not permanent. A scattering of birds. Above her head. A scattering of birds. That whisper to her. You don't have to throw it away. Throw being a kid away. Just because you're growing up. Faster everyday. You don't have to throw it all away. There's a way. Happy was Rose Dover. Speaking badger fawn rabbit. (Behind the lumberjacks). Pondering the dilemmas. At the Redwood conference. She cries. "My reality is now called. Make believe imagination's funeral. Killed by the teenage me". You don't have to throw it away. Throw being a kid away. Just because you're growing up. Faster everyday. You don't have to throw it all away. You don't have to throw it all away. And as you rise. A rose you will forever stay