On restless feet she wanders
through the garden of her life...
Tossing, turning,
hard to sleep...
You push and I give, then you take a bit more
It's never enough, your greed makes me sore...
I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...
Staring at that canvas
Nothing falls into the groove...
Ask me to be silent
and I will...
Drinking alone on a Friday night
Running on empty in this endless plight...
Deadly words from poisonous tongues
Eat at even the purest of souls...
We start out as a tiny bean
A little gift from a heaven...
Our hearts yearn for you
My soul is crying out...
If we are made in his image
Why is it we're all flawed...
I,
would love to smell...