What was the crucifixion
like on your mind so peaceful,
mind is full of those demons.

I'm trying to rebuild with wood,
birds in a mood intermewed
I wish to release them as doves.

Lonely is alone as my sad eyes,
Mary bleeds red every time she cries
and jig saw pieces of me will die.

I wish I could but my path to you
gets swallowed blackened to a fool,
and the air release of my lungs
has no angel which could have sung.

I have but memory fragments
Barely a magnet to attachment,
I wish my nailing to the boat
never sailed to coast to coast.