Think Again!

You think you have me down pat So, I’m going to move when you say this or that Go scrub the rust from the pipes in your head Can’t you remember I escaped your bed Your heart engorged with congealed blood Can only be cleared by a massive flood Don’t think I’ll go throw a pity party A stand I should take since you were forty I’ve long stop feeding babes with spoon This time, I need, myself to groom Crystal clear, stream of water This to myself I’ll joyfully gather Nurturing hope, change and love Redeeming the grace, from God above So, with my new self, let me bond Need no disquiet here to stand So go! Go with your selfish greed No longer with your ache I’ll seed So, with my new self let me bond Need no disquiet here to stand