Of blood stains the dooryard

Written by: thelast don

So when i play this beautiful music,

you shatter your eyes at me,

an when i talk and speak so clearly,

you whisper when the angels don't see,

so my spirits of jade and hopes are so true,

you ask them, oh what could he be,

when i sing so beatiful just like a bird,

you glare and stare at the trees,

oh when i touch you when we pray together ,

you turn your back on to me,

oh when it is, our children do play,

you give them but only till three,

do you worship and praise this place in glory, or is he just real to me,

I always thought that I was the wrong,

but lately my eyes can see.