The Broken Whole

It was the small man, a truly great man
Who did these great things so many praised
But he did sad things religion hid
Beating his breast why was he born different

It was the small boy, a truly great boy
Who did these good things that went unseen
Hidden by bad things done to be seen
A cry for help for a safe father's love

Father's fear being known so they hide their souls
Sons they fear growing cold so they live for gold
If beautiful men would unroll their hearts of stone
They'd lead the world to embrace a broken whole

It was the small boy, deep tender heart
With tears too easy or so he was told
Grew up a real man, muscles and sword
Finally disarmed in a safe lover's lap

It was the shepherd the gentle soul
Shuffled and shifted his broken whole
Up to the podium amidst the throw
Of dancers and weavers to sway arthritic bones

Father's fear being known so they hide their souls
Sons they fear growing cold so they live for gold
If beautiful men would unroll their hearts of stone
They'd lead the world to embrace a broken whole



Credits
Writer(s): Chanda Bosch
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