She walks in silence of guilt.
Dressed in a habit of sadness...
Letters in hand
riding the path...
Lord, how can I be forgiven
When you're as excited as I am...
Pawns without a square to rest
nor does the King or Queen...
When your parents are fighting,
when you don't know what to do...
In Times of Trial,
In Times Of Peace...
A beautiful young child
always smiling and full of joy...
He Was Born Of A Virgin,
He Was The Son Of God...
Our Father,
you read our hearts...
You are my miracle child
a letter of stainless ink...
It matters not what you got
Just put some rocks in a pot...
I weep, grasping onto a intangible moment
where I could define the core of happiness...