lord knows i’ve my share of pain ’bout the same as other folks i suspect so there’s no need for me to list for you what ain’t right you’d just pull out a checkbox list of yours marking off what we share and when we’d compare you might be worse off than me so you see ain’t nothing more for me to say ‘cept i be keeping on
recall my dear friends we hear through our memories words said have been said their first intentions linger words become symbols of pain no matter who presents them
now lord
why don’t you
show
some heart
and
keep my friends
from
falling apart
ain’t asking much
like raising
the dead and such
just asking
for
a little mercy
can’t stand to see
my friends
falling apart
so
why not
show some
of
that divine
heart
and keep them
and
pain
apart
the keys to hell have been placed outside your door an express delivery no signature needed your life has certified the delivery good news is you’ve been given a room with a view where you can watch the living hell you’ve created for others but the bad news is you’ll feel their pain
gather up the clouds so we may darken the sky another soul’s died no one ever known to you just another nameless face but i implore you to offer a simple prayer that those loved can heal
everything can be broken or at least seem to be broken it really doesn’t matter how perfectly it was crafted careless handling can result in lasting damage that’s how hearts are broken
Read Between the Minds 