My heart is lighter,
my head, a little higher.
I feel more like myself, now that I'm engaging int some volunteer work again. I haven't had the chance to do so in years. I've donated money and items to the tornado victims, I've volunteered twice at a clinic that has opened it's doors to misplaced animals from the tornado disaster, and soon I'll have a chance to travel to Costa Rica and Nicaragua in an effort to provide veterinary medicine to animals in need--primarily spay/neuter to reduce the over population and animal health risks.
One step closer to healing.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Sleeper 1972
When my dad died the worms ate out both his eyes.
His soul flew right up in the sky and I cried myself to sleep.
My mother lies alone on her back at night.
Adding up hours till her demise, she counts herself to sleep.
When my sister finds my body closed up like the blinds,
I tell her I promise its fine, but she cries herself to sleep.
The men in black ties arrive at the house in surprise.
To find a little girl by your side in the wood box where you're sleeping.
I still see you inside of this God-awful house
You move awfully quiet now
And I still feel you everywhere
You told me this has always been worth living,
But what's really worth living anymore?
His soul flew right up in the sky and I cried myself to sleep.
My mother lies alone on her back at night.
Adding up hours till her demise, she counts herself to sleep.
When my sister finds my body closed up like the blinds,
I tell her I promise its fine, but she cries herself to sleep.
The men in black ties arrive at the house in surprise.
To find a little girl by your side in the wood box where you're sleeping.
I still see you inside of this God-awful house
You move awfully quiet now
And I still feel you everywhere
You told me this has always been worth living,
But what's really worth living anymore?
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