A small child spins in the meadow
A fistful of flowers and a twinkle in her eye
The bordering sunflowers match her dress
As the sun glows with a nice soft breeze
She dances on top her future carefree
Gone are the bodies the message creeps on
As images of Marilyn Monroe flicker in her bedroom
Marking the early erasure of innocence
She continues to spin with a song in her head
Oblivious to revolutions failed and lingering
Cobain and Lennon are stuck in their graves
As angst lies in wait to captivate her soul
The breeze is soft and the day is warm
Innocence ticks away as death rears its ugly head
Words fly back and forth
Raping hope from the oblivious and the ignorrant
Hallmark cards all end up in the same place
Next to chicken bones in a landfill
Leaving the earth to absorb moments now lost
Sentiment hollowed amidst a haze of insecurity
Words were spoken as breath was breathed
Dry bones awakened to life
Desire to fight and love
Quaked within the frailty of faith
There is One who sees
There is One who weeps
There is One who can save and only one
He asks for you to weep with Him
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1 comment:
why does this sound so very familiar...
you're a gem, barclay. a gem.
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