God, I pray for you, quite the task at hand Dear God I wait for you, child to a man God, do you hear cries of kindred souls Dear God the broken man reaps what he has sown Pray for me, I am not alone Dear God exorcise strangers from my home So cold the winter of discontent, a lifetime to remember Life seems so animated, neurons firing round after round How illogical, stillness makes my skin crawl But where I run isnt any where at all I cant let them take me down Will her sickness break her crown? Why in the name of god would they hold her down? I cant let them put me six feet under One eyed Pollyanna left out in the rain A stitch in time will mend her fine and on the shelf again Scarecrow and the tin man dancing in her dreams Come the dawn a bitter pill keeps her there it seems Shelter me my asylum, shelter me Incarnation of the dead memories Masterful liar, a reflection We are flawed, flawed to perfection In the eyes of a child, cut so deep she’ll never ever love again His addiction left her bleeding In the eyes of a child, locked away in a heart shaped box It holds a secret she hears it breathing In the end thy kingdom come, in the end thy will be done This and nothing more quoth the raven In the end thy kingdom come, in the end thy will be done Here forevermore, this and nothing more Rise higher open your eyes child All of God’s graces you were born to be here Just as you are child neurotically wired Rivers of tears wont wash the strand away Rise higher open your eyes child All of God’s graces you were born to be Will I always see through the eyes, See through the eyes of a child? Cross eyed Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow? Seeds of sorrow yield tomorrow Harvesting the fruit you bestow Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Walls of shame built brick by brick Sitting in his angry chair Fear became a means to his end In the eyes of a child, cut so deep shell never love again His addiction left her bleeding In the eyes of a child, buried in a heart shaped box It holds her secret she hears it breathing Down on her knees, dying God on a cross of gold No deliverance tears are seething All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Tried but they could not put Pollyanna together again Rise higher, open your eyes child All of God’s graces you were meant to be here More than you are child neurotically wired Rivers of tears wont wash the strand away Rise higher open your heart wide All of your demons will finally fade away Will I always see through the eyes of a child? Why do we remember the cold November rain? A stitch in time would save us nine and on our feet again Scarecrow and the tin man much like you and I A broken heart youve lost your mind, you become what you deny Shelter me my asylum, shelter me Incarnation of the dead memories Masterful liar, my reflection We are flawed, flawed to perfection
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 17:28:35 +0000
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