Happy Sinner
I see a blue bird, a pause in the sky.
I sat on my knees, hurt and shy.
Cheap dirt rises up airy stairs,
I sit on a shore of rocks and snares.
I hid a smile under shadows of waves,
a hope misplaced from its rightful place.
A rusty door shuts up my eyes,
a home, a prayer and stifled cries.
I find my space beneath the shower,
with my mists and ghosts and a lonely flower.
I slipped up the night across the stars,
in memory loss of lifelong scars.
She holds my hand, cuts out the pain,
allows me a tear, just to hold me again.
A happy peace fills me within, as I
fly back unabashed by my sins.
I sat on my knees, hurt and shy.
Cheap dirt rises up airy stairs,
I sit on a shore of rocks and snares.
I hid a smile under shadows of waves,
a hope misplaced from its rightful place.
A rusty door shuts up my eyes,
a home, a prayer and stifled cries.
I find my space beneath the shower,
with my mists and ghosts and a lonely flower.
I slipped up the night across the stars,
in memory loss of lifelong scars.
She holds my hand, cuts out the pain,
allows me a tear, just to hold me again.
A happy peace fills me within, as I
fly back unabashed by my sins.