Dedicated to Sierra Lynn Goss
To the end is no end
To burst and to bloom
To run is to mosey
From our impending doom
The stars are the teacups
The rain and the flowers
Each minute a second
Of this lonely hour
The torture is torment
Of this troubled soul
The friendly are missing
You are far from home
He gets you this dark one
His treats and his tricks
He haunts you in sadness
Your faint heart he kicks
The spring-time brings old hurts
Spider webs of lace
Remember who you were
Seven Layer Face
From two-face to freedom
Your heart is mending
But his mask-ed whispers
Your will is bending
Alone you are nothing
Just one you will fall
So rise up and stand strong
As one you are all
The grass is your straw hat
Your socks and your shirt
He still fights for your thoughts
To cause you more hurt
But arise, O sleeper!
A call from the throne
Remember your calling
You are not alone
The spring-time brings new growth
Spider webs of grace
Remember who you are
Heaven layered face
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