Secrets on the floor,
Walked upon,
Exposed,
Thorny Rose,
Love has pain or its
Not remembered–
I sleep with your memory
L.A. is the way, the truth,
The lack of life,
Smog and fog
Blonde haired girl with a skinny
Waistline,
Hands in the wrong place,
Mind was pure but then not
Really sure—story to tell,
After that limbo hell—
That flannel
Shirt, I kissed those lips,
It seemed worth it for 30 minutes–
Am I dead if I don’t grow close to You?
I have no clue how to live—
Purity has been lost in this generation
Grown up now in healing anticipation—
Power now, power then, power to come
Revive the dead bones that live in me,
That choose temporary over choosing
Your glory–its lost, so give me salt,
Its my fault, I will search and lock it
Away in the vault