Twisted

January 1, 2010. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

My first thoughts seam to pass through me
Just an infant mind in disguise
The rest of it plays like a movie
As I lay my head down for the night

Sometimes I wish life was a movie
Instead of making up words id have lines
Feelings would just flow right through me
Instead of locking me up for the night

The snow melts away on the freeway
Another winter storm wages its toll
The director of life holds no leeway
For things I didn’t know, those things I didn’t know

Come dancing to laughter the music of pain
March like toy soldiers who fall like the rain
Refrain from all feeling like the day you were born
Till we rest in our rocking chair twisted and torn

Commander rescue my people from a truth made my man
Here my words become lethal, and my heart becomes sand
It’s like a quilted patch that doesn’t match the blood that you spilled across God’s floor
Till we rest in our rocking chairs twisted and torn