Blister Soul
The thing we can't speak of
The secret we all know
Winning by a nose
Leaving without a sound
Those things that won't leave you alone
nothing special about this hole
in my heart
House of cards waiting for a breeze
Or maybe a cross-wind
To expose submerged beach balls
Held under by fear
What will it take?
Introduced to my sorrow
and become best of friends
Crawling under glimmering shards
of light
Lord show me your face
Lord show me your skin
The secret we all know
Winning by a nose
Leaving without a sound
Those things that won't leave you alone
nothing special about this hole
in my heart
House of cards waiting for a breeze
Or maybe a cross-wind
To expose submerged beach balls
Held under by fear
What will it take?
Introduced to my sorrow
and become best of friends
Crawling under glimmering shards
of light
Lord show me your face
Lord show me your skin
posted by Brett at 11:28 AM
2 Comments:
I really enjoy reading your "songs", Brett. I read them a few times and let them sink in. Some of the lines come back to me during the day.
Thanks for bearing your "blister soul."
Thanks, Tom. It is always good to get encouragement. I did get some lyrical inspiration from Bill Mallonee on part of this one.
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