Sink lower,
Down, down so deep.
Where flowers grow when the small girls weep.
Beauty from pain...
Yet we're not weak.
Rise taller,
up, up so high.
Clouds weep from being in the sky.
Raining tears...
and we never knew why.
Here grows a tree...
'bout as tall as me.
Yet I feel it growing higher.
So high I can't see.
Marvel at this beauty.
So wonderful and comely.
My eyes deceive me
But it's so sweet like honey.
First glance,
She's beautiful.
Now she's not.
A black writhing soul
And in our light she's caught.
Lock her in a cage of goodness
Expose he to everyone,
Where they can see the truth.
The truth...
In which they shun...
In which they shun...
No comments:
Post a Comment