There's someday about Sunday that affect many people moods.
But nothing affects me more than being with you.
This one day holds various power.

And if people admit.
Its power is stronger than Saturday.
Which like Friday seems the day folks loves to play.
And do wicked things.

So I enjoy Sunday and you.
Where faith shines across your face?
You have made me a better me.
When I was a lost soul searching for things.

I guess it was fate.
Fate that led me your way.
I believe this.
I accept this.

So I enjoy Sunday and you more.
Love seeing your face every morning.
You're a blessing angel.

A honored soul.
Who this man will love forever more?

You have had me in every way
Rising mountains and flooded hollers
Gifted with everything, and I have nothing left to offer but this
This treasure of depravity
As you clean the crevices and ***** my mind
Worship, slather,  repeat
You delve in fiending for the taste
and with each pass of that silver tongue my thoughts get more tarnished
And you get...all of me
Taken in heat engulfed in passion
Drilled to the core
Filled with rapasciousness
I offered a gift and I was chewed up and swallowed
Consumed fully
Wanton abandon in caveman style of take what is yours
And that...I am

I see you.
I have touched you.
Still I'm hurting for you.
Although you're just a dream away.
Yes,a dream away.

If you can't be here in person.
Then I just use my imagination that you are.
You'll be a dream away.
Just a dream away.

When I'm lying down at night.
Talking to you by the phone.
Don't imagine me being alone.
Cause you're just a dream away.

But you're here.
Yes here.
Yes here.
Just a dream away.

What will you say
When he stops breathing
Take the blame
Form a lie
Watch your torn children fall in line
Forget about him
Hide the tragedy
Let your teething guilt eat you alive?

Wait, I forgot mother
Do you ever eat?
Where did you go?
You're what I need
I yearn for a real mom
To tuck me in
To play a game, let me win
I'm a victim of your heartbreaking sin

Your starving toll to death
Became my triumphant downfall
People say I'll be okay
But what was the Devils price to pay?
A slap on the wrist
A depressed kid
Ending his life
Not wishing he never did

on the wooden table
among the piles of papers
it was there sliding down
saying nothing but a lost dream.

an old lady
wrinkles shining
on her hollow cheeks
holding a baby under
her fragile elbow
carrying not the burden
only the bundle of pain
there lies her hubby
face in the dust
blood flowing
on his burnt skin
palms open out
waiting for-----------.