No one tries to find me there
Sometimes people swarm the rock but they forget about my hidden spot
From my spot I can see everything
though no one knows I'm there
I can feel the heavy wind playing with my hair
It's quiet in my hidden spot for no one tries to speak
Save the croaking frogs living in the creek
I sigh and grumble when I find out it's time to go
but when I pass people I smile because they will never know
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