Mistakes take you
to there is none

wakes you to forgotton
to save you to your soul

the art of picking
at things that wont heal


Be tender at your mind
as you roose its wounded kind

gentle are a child's giant healing hands
warm upon your golden soul


no wound heals
as you keep picking at it

especially those you do not see or feel

love me love me love me do

not you
not you
not you
not you

That she gives me
is my self
and I her

to a secret place
we never meet again

are really softies

cause mom knows best

An angels keep
rolled to her side

pressed heat to mine sleep

wept to our skin
a lovers hold

the whole of you
knows best

a part of you thinks it does