Sunday, November 6, 2011

Hemlock Tea (Faith)
Hemlock Tea (Faith)
Em Am Bm Am
 My mouth?
It speaks. To my words they do not listen..
 My eyes?
They cry and they do not dry often.
 My hands?
They hold and they do so when asked.
 My feet?
They walk though encouraged to run.
 My flesh?
It bleeds. I feel the gash is deep.
Restless in my soul,
Restless in my sleep,
To whom am I to ask,
Why am I to keep?

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