I hope you're confused
I hope I've come across
are you done being amused
are you finally at a loss

Is the past beginning to spin
like it has for years with me
are you willing to risk a sin
it's not as if she'll see

Let the Word spill from your tongue
Let the World know what you've done
Let the Girl see you run
Let Me hear a little fun

Shimmering diamond
For your every little smile
Truly warms my heart

Clouds dripping towards
An endless stream of rain
Still in the valley

King of the jungle
Roaring at its fearful prey
Watching through the trees

The idea of poetry is appealing
though I never did believe in its great healing

I halfheartedly believed in the books
now I'm stuck thinking of a hook

Will my words be forever hidden
exhibiting them doesn't seem so given

I feel torn between innocence and sin
but that isn't something to put on your skin

Besides, how can I even put to words
what I'm too afraid to be heard

My melody close to heart
isn't a gallery full of art

Ripe little apple
fresh from the tree
bowed down to Newton
thinking life was a breeze

Fell with a crash
landed in mud
looked to the sky
hoped to be picked up

Well what did she know
but a small little bruise
had nestled upon her
after God's cruel abuse