Thursday, September 13, 2012

Golden Sun

I want to pick my head up
Too afraid of the next blow
Shattered from the youthful years
No chance in hell to grow
I'll tell you what you want to hear
To keep you coming 'round
Just shield me from the sun
I'll eat your crumbs up off the ground
Come out and let the golden sun
Gently press upon your hide
Take part in nature's graceful gifts
That look upon you now with pride
The words you speak can't hurt you
So release them from their cages
The pain you feel, the love you crave
Has persisted through the ages