Oh Lord,
I have no taste for life anymore...
Father built a wooden stable
under our frozen pine trees...
I weep, grasping onto a intangible moment
where I could define the core of happiness...
It matters not what you got
Just put some rocks in a pot...
You are my miracle child
a letter of stainless ink...
Our Father,
you read our hearts...
He Was Born Of A Virgin,
He Was The Son Of God...
A beautiful young child
always smiling and full of joy...
In Times of Trial,
In Times Of Peace...
When your parents are fighting,
when you don't know what to do...
Pawns without a square to rest
nor does the King or Queen...
I walked an old forgotten path winding beneath...
No birds, no leaves, no soft green grass, no...