Sunday, November 8, 2009

She takes photographs of people she knows
She brings out the best and worst in them
And God is buried deep in the folds
Of her fractured self and the lies that they've told
She used to laugh at everything old
It was a joke that never aged a bit
But when they robbed her of her infinite smile
She said, "maybe I'll just play dead for a while"

I want to know your fear
from your feet
to the back of your ear

you're what keeps me believing
the world's not long dead
strength in my bones
put the words in my head
when they pour out to paper
it's all for you
cuz that's what you do