Make me ride on a little coaster
Roll me down the track of time
See me go over a mountain
And fall into metal which at the bottom lies
Look over and see me going
On and on and speeding by
Teach me to write, submit me to read
and twirl me into the story
Which you so stealthily, and you so merrily
Did while burning out my light
You are a vile weaver
Telling stories in the dark
You are a shadowy marksman
Aiming for all of these young girls' hearts
You spite me as I write your demise
Your eyes bore into me full of hate
You stare into my soul with your lies
But you still have yet to take the cake
Why did you listen to him?
When did his words cloud your fate?
How did you make me your enemy?
Now, can this be stopped?
The stinking politicians
Make our worst fears come true
The police go without lessons
On how to make their words true
I have tried and tried again
Told them words through delicateness
But still, my words fail
And now, the sirens wail!
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
