Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Meaning of Life

Shepherds lead their lambs to slaughter
Someone's kissing the preacher's daughter

Dealers are making deals under the table
"Dad" is the first word coo'd from the cradle

The sun slides down and the mood glides up
Golden laced water boils over your cup

The earth shifts, cracks, kills, and quakes
The corners get sharper as your heart breaks

Your emptiness grows as you grow colder
Your hands become twisted as you become older

The ticking gets louder as time marches on
Fear, at its strongest right before it is gone

The wind whispers swiftly through her yellow hair
The cuts in his sleeves will deepen and tear

All you desperately need is to be okay
As you get up and go down, day after day

The taste of love comes and leaves its mark
It lingers with you as a light in the dark

The moon slides down as the sun glides up
And you're once again left with a half-empty cup

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