You're my walking song
You right my wrongs
You walk with grace
in flowing lace
You're my song unsung
You're my walking song

You're my child
on their way
I hold you when you need me to
You're my walking song

It's a song unsung
This song we've begun
It's a melody caught in the breeze
It comes with the wind
And is gone towards the sea
It's a cumulus cloud unfolding
into a red red sky
It's a melody I hear
through my night time
window

You're my walking song
You've been delivered to me
My lips
My life
My love
is singing

My eyes are seeing the notes
before me

You're my song unsung
You're my walking song.

.

There behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
Lurking in the underbrush
and thorny mass decay

Drooling on the pathway
when the blood begins to seep
Eating pieces of your heart,
the fears they long to reap

Carving out a warning
in the dark archaic stone
Arches built of victims,
weathered vestibules of bone

Gathered neath the shadows
falling bleak the universe
Twisted, barely visible
the message fills the curse

Dare not seek what leads the eyes,
upon this sanctuary tread
None shall live to hear the cries,
echoes fall among the dead
Follow forth illumined way
truth to be your wandered path
Lead with kindness on display
or face the wicked aftermath

There behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
It’s best this evening to beware
and look the other way