Posted by Was it rage? Crying, still she beat the child
No tears on her watch, she will not comprehend their fear
Grips them by the flesh to get them rid from here
Mysterious heel, how a father did to her
Melting ice embarrassed, glacier crushes life defiled
Preserving secrets, groping talent, finally memories splatter
Laughter is the youth of souls still living
Peels of bells revive, especially if our prayers are close
How is it tears still run, watch your self you lose
Somewhere a musty balcony organ lives, we tuned to sing, its pipes,
Joy of songs in a child’s world, they know the words to sing forgiving,
Play triumphant music all in time, foretelling future service stripes.
