If I could forge a signature as we speak
The Signature embedded in my brain
I wouldn't have to think so much til i'm weak
And talk wouldn't be in vain
If I could wash my hands in your blood
I'll be cleaner everyday
I wouldn't feel guilty and then not be judged
By harsh tongue, dead men and prayer
If I could walk alone naked in the night
And feel as warm and safe as a cradle
Wander further and further out of sight
the Home I made, is deep within the jungle
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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