From the sunshine to the grave
Had I been endowed with equal portions
My mind would not give in to distortions
My sunrise of morning glory
Would be apparition of this story
Lucky for me, I was graced with madness
A certain ligament charmed in instability
But O’ where is the spring of gladness?
When all I see around is incivility
There must be some plot of land
Where rivers flow unceasing
To a quiet gentle hand
Instead of my mind releasing
There has to be such a place
In which, all I crave is an embrace
Some sweetly soul to comfort me
While I stand amidst my banshee
Sweet lord of my mother
I know that there is some other
That in me will excite
So I wont have to be so contrite
A single constancy in the heart
That will war with my dark person
To make all those arrows depart
And mend with surety to not worsen
But I bounce my walls in calm
That will sullen the blow
Of the sudden blast from a bomb
That speaks through a crow
One perched on my diseased limb
As I whisper my sacred hymn
To ears all out of sync
Hoping not to sink
And on bended knee I take up
With supplication this cursed cup
That has been noted as my lot
One that seems so like a blood clot
I wish I could extend to you
All the many reasons why
Of what i’ve been through
I can only point to the sky
Trust that in all you don’t know
Is better kept under the ground
You would not want to see my lie low
Completely run aground
That’s not the person you remember
Even if it is my real nature
But I’ll think of you in december
Pretending to be poor
But you’ll keep you’re lies tightly knit
Even though I might be unfit
And I will bear all that I crave
To this ever so sullen grave
