My overall disposition is judged by what has been seen / a moment in history, a dark evil scene / a young boy laid in a field with the blades of grass and pondered upon his death without strength to last / the trees were absent and without a shadow’s cast / he lie with sunbeams in his face squinting he laughed.
Laughed at the notion of having the emotion of a blade of grass / single upon thousands, numb blades of grass / the pain of life damaging the youthful boy’s path / he stared at the sky and asked “how long shall i last?” / broken heart, broken soul for this there is no cast / sweet death he thought would kill pain quiet and fast.
the day he divorced himself of feelings from her / the day he was touched by him….where was her? / was the day innocence lost in the battle for him / he prayed that the sun would forever dim….he cried that his life would forever dim.
broken heart, broken soul for this there is no cast / sweet death he thought would kill pain quiet and fast.