reef willow
You know, friends,
There truly is something to it all,
Don't know what,
But it's a damn grand plan!
And it'll all be lilac time,
Where the blood pumps thin,
And light murders night.
The river flows,
To where a body can lie,
Don't know where,
Don't know why,
But it's a damn grand plan!
And I'm told it'll all be lilac time.
Woken up from a dream,
Trapped in some room,
With iron-barred windows,
Slouched in the corner,
I knew there I'd die alone.
And I know,
We'll all die alone,
Like stars being torn,
It'll end with a snap.
There's a sea in my way,
The tide sucks me down,
So I drown.
But I'm still here,
Dry.
And above the water,
The moon sits,
Causing the current from Japan,
Like a medicine, it sweeps away the pain,
But leaves an empty part of me that this dictionary could not define.
And like a wounded child without a father,
I bleed slow.
God makes problems,
To see what I can stand,
And I don't know how much longer I'll last.
Jesus was an only son,
Loves' his only concept,
But I'm so angry.