Do you words provoke
to hold on what you hold
I've been told
by many zealots
that we are waiting
for our flight from this captivity
I think I can know in my depravity
my hopes have been left in you
I'm stocking up the store house
of our family films
When I was a kid
up until now
I'm turn back by the fountains
in my back yard
where we walk to a path
straight and narrow
Waiting for that which will be
But for now
Let me just reach
Imitate
Take in
and I'll strive to be
what you have been to me
For all them he's and she's
The cracked and broken
Frail and discouraged
Waiting for the dose of happy
to kick in
so they can once again feel the wind
and neglect your Supreme Omnipotence
My friend is bellowing out the birth words
Paintings of Sun and Moon
on dull windows
As we open up the shades
for the parting of night and day
Such a general thing to say
But if you heard Him
You'd think, "No kidding. That's something special."
And that theories just run the mind
into a muck
Man, good Sir
I don't know if your stuck
But if you give me a second
You might realize that your destined
to be plucked up
it's a new kind of happy birthday song
we're goin to be singing
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