Wood

I don’t know which part of me I have come to fear but the clash bang of the hammer resounds within my ear All my enemies they beset me and in the flicker of TV’s gaze I can feel the cold chill whistling breathing from a thousand unknown graves Sweet mother please protect me for I know not where to turn all my door locks are ghastly bolted against the coming storm In every colour of black and in every hue of red every jihad burns my children upon a refugees bed So my pistols I have loaded and I cower desperate in the night the streets so full of murder and everyone of them thinks their right Father please stand by me and hold my trembling hands tell me the wolves are only nightmares just news clippings of the fear I don’t know which part of me I have come to fear but the clash bang of the hammer resounds within my ear I am assaulted by this hatred and fed the biles despair alone within this forest breathing the frozen air My eyes don’t find a pathway for all a citadel of fencing wood and the light between the trees I would see it if I could Sweet Jesus please don’t nail me upon the solid beam don’t wake the love within me for all the suffering I have seen Don’t show the face of torture please leave the blindfold on my eyes for I’d rather live here cowering and be comforted by the lies I refuse to see the pathway and prefer the citadel of fencing wood but the light between those trees I would see it if I could