FOOTHOLD

 Father 

my heart 

burns 

to make 

a turn 

for goodness sake

yeah and then 

maybe take a break 

at the Great Lakes  

yeah Lord 

my body 

is 

so bored 

and yearns 

to find 

my foothold 

yeah 

before 

i walk 

The Streets of Gold 

yeah

like I've been told 

before i was 

old 

and 

poisoned 

by 

Earthly mold 

yeah 

like  lies 

and these 

cerebral palsy 

cries