Some'Time's
Your House Burn
and You Have To Learn To Lose Your Skin and Hair
to Fire
so You May Survive.
Some'Time's
You Would Rather Burn
Than to Lose.
Some'Time's
You Cannot Make The Decision
to Take Another Step,
so You Go to Sleep.
Some'Time's
You Die
Alonely.
Your Heart's or Your Shoulder's Break's
and You Just Sit
Waiting For Pain
then Waiting For Pain to Go Away
Un'Satisfied yet Un'Changing.
And You Look at Opportunity's Pass
like AngDJel's
in The Dæd of Silence.
You Cry
Because You Close Your's Eye's
and Deny
When Meeting Their's Glance's.
The AngDJænn's Wait Enough
for You to Reach Them,
Yet You Look
Desperate
Without Moving An Inch
Swearing to Your'Self
When Your'Self Tells You to Reach Put and Trust
Swearing You Cannot Do It.
But What Can You Do Then
if Not Being Alive'd ?
What Will Come
to Your Place
if You Sit's and Lock's Your'Self
in The Place ?
Who Will Come To This Place of Pain
Instead of You ?
Won't You Let The Place Go
For God To Sit In
and Take Away Your Pain ?
Go to Your Next Thrœne
ô King'Queen !
