I can't recall the soul I lost
when summer turned to sudden frost.
Forever living in the lie
that blindness prompts the truth to die.
In the night the demon sings
a lullaby of sharp bee stings.
The clown of all my early dreams
collapses from its damaged seams.
A river washed away my past,
but in the night the dream comes fast.
Circling bees around my head;
tempted by life to pray to be dead.
Force away the hands of shame.
Grant the child one less pain.
Paying for another's sins
is a lifetime fight that no one wins.
Save the loyal, kill the rules.
Remove your child from silenced schools.
It's time we learn the crucial game
that frees us all from hands of shame.
God is seen always in a child's eyes