oh Jes'
if i could just get on my knees
and pray
yeah. just maybe this cerebral palsy
would just go away
yeah
my guts
would no longer feel grey
and people would wanna stay
around me
and make sure
that I'm secure
or good
and would be
so glad
they found me
and wouldn't
clown me
but
instead
my head
longs
to be fed
bread
or
love
yeah
like a
turtledove
on Christmas Eve
but heavenly father
your daughter
still needs
to believe
in somethin' real
yeah,
even as
she grieves
somethin'
she neva had
so bad
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