Baptism
Like a play upon the mind
Wandering thoughts of another time
Open sleepy dreaming eyes
Now wide open with no surprise
Watch the curtain coming down
Smiles on faces that once frowned
What could be better you begin to think
When all along you're going to sink
Falling. Falling. All alone
Beg for the Gods to throw you a bone
Hiding just over there I see
The one who was made just for me
There it is just beyond the grasp
Of fingertips bloodied by broken glass
Tortured the victim has become
From happenings burnt upon the young
For those who choose to run and hide
And let it become a matter of pride
After the hunger there is no more
Watching and waiting for the close of the door
Oh to understand the blackened sky
Staring down that inward eye
Left wide open was the gate
But much too long was the wait
While watching it all turn to clay
Never to see the light of day
Forget to cry the tears of pain
Baptized by the chilling rain
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