RTH 2 - Gone when little
Rocket To Heaven Cycle Pt. 2
come into everything through water and pain
lifted up and held by hands never known
given to glory then set down once more
settled into misery and burning sunshine
called to be beautiful and treated like trash
tossed out for people who couldn't see themselves
it means different things to different times
but you need to listen to the wind
stuck in one place for hours as in a jail
words have no meaning when you don't want to know
lifted out for nothing and told good was okay
marble and wood and sand and chocolate milk
going from cold to colder but with a smile
stopped in no place in particular
given no reason but deciding to stay
what difference does it really make to someone
born to be beautiful and living for air
smashing the rudders and tearing up the sails
no light sails between the here and the there
gone tomorrow but never really around
no difference where different could be teased out
something much shorter but still just the same
called for accounting but not thinking like them
when will it end everything just means what it means
given up for seaweed
risen to the rolling
wrapped up in the concrete
left out in the sand
Glory for glory but no brightness seen
Air in the space left nothing removed
Timed to perfection but perfectly undone
Now it is time to look at the son
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