Temperature rising
Hiding heaviness on this heartless journey
It's easy to buy into the lie that isolates my highway
Between thought and reality
I purpose a toast
To roots
Deep roots
Ingrained in vein
To let love run through her veins
Because pain left a stain of hope
Where flight is the only way to go
Gentle
Fly, don't walk
Sore, don't talk
See, don't look
Depth is the godliness inside
Turning us in to angels and demons
When it's not our job
To play God
Human nature, to nurture, and try to determine the future
To control who we are
Turning into sticks and stone
It breaks all our bones
Bending our better judgment
It's the hardest thing to live in your own skin
To be human and want to live like humans
So, let it go
Let it go
Or we will all turn in to smoke
Yes!
We are all angels in our specialty
Demons by nature
Playing a part in a human body
(c) Copyright 2012 - Esther Douek. All rights reserved
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