Dear Lord

Saturn eyes, rings around my scopes.
Gentle cry, death to all my hopes.
My sky was raining blood.
My brain was bubble gum.
O, 13th stone, mirage dust O!
Fraid that I must go.

It's been 7 years of suffering.
It's been 7 nights of splendor and listen to my words
there will be a friend Times by seven years of deafening.
Its been seven years since I have
been tangled up in green then blundering.
Life is such a game compete and you'll win.
I've spent seven lives deciphering.
And O!
the collagen course takes so long, I applaud.
But oh, I never could get close to God.
I'll never speak the language of the birds,
but I'll never leave this nest or this tree.
My heart might ache right now but it won't for
long and I'll never leave this nest or this tree.
Never understand why I had no emotion,
I guess I just want them to not show.
Each and every time I call out to the sky, my eyes tend to shy.
Ah but I can't even recall times that I had the ball.
Ah turn it out, life is slow be it know.
But who needs a mouth?
Lie to me eyes low.
Tell my life in a book.
Reach for the ground, make it work, weigh a pound.
But hear what you've got and move on in.