Each day I wake and wonder
if I'll ever find the strength
to spell out my soul
to remind you
that sometimes it's okay
just to let go of all your control
But like the clouds in the sky
I'll rain down on you
And cool down your eyes
That burn with anger from
the mess you made.
Misery has made you his slave.
Tonight a cold breeze will find you
The past that you lived through
is present again in
The roots that pull you down under
Deep in your slumber
The nightmare returns
And like the stars in the sky
I'll pierce through shadow
Open up your eyes
And guide you away from
the mess you made.
No longer will you be misery's slave.
When spring wakes from his hibernation
All of creation will view you and smile
With the clouds gone
Your precipitation
And stars blotted by the sun
Your gaze turned away...
But still I found you,
Beautiful and mute.
In the glow of the evening's light,
I held you once more, but too tight.
Blood dripped down my arm,
And stained the grass surrounding you:
Soaking the coarse earth that was your womb.
You are a rose
newly bloomed