Supervise the Surgery

Could you please supervise the surgery
Steady hands
The best laid plans are delicate at best
We tow the line between tenderness and strength
Self convinced confidence this treatment is the only course to take
Against the morning dew
The cries across the field
There's no more mournful sound
Screams are muffled down with shoulders for the tears
And I'm the silent spy
The 9th pall bearer
Standing in a sea of cigarettes and tears
With bruised and bleeding knees
From prayers that you're not three



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Meads
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