A trillion little pieces fall
and I am lost amidst them all.
Helter skelter flurries fall
on the pell-mell throngs below them all.
And who is left to be a guide
when Mother Earth and Father God have died
and alone with furies you abide?
Then in your soul, sweep clean the streets
and salt the earth beneath your feet
till your resolve and trials meet.
A trillion little pieces fall
I make a way despite them all.
Helter skelter flurries fall
on the pell-mell throngs below them all.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
A trillion little pieces fall
and I am lost amidst them all.
Helter skelter flurries fall
on the pell-mell throngs below them all.
And who is left to be a guide
when Mother Earth and Father God have died
and alone with furies you abide?
Then in your soul, sweep clean the streets
and salt the earth beneath your feet
till your resolve and trials meet.
A trillion little pieces fall
I make a way despite them all.
Helter skelter flurries fall
on the pell-mell throngs below them all.
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