Please say I’m ready to bury the bad seed…
Mother told you more than once to hold your tongue
Her silver spoon was a smoking gun
‘Come and take your medicine for what you’ve done’
The spider says “the web is spun’
‘Better ask right’ if you don’t quite understand
It’s understood, you raise your hand
‘Be a good son’, stay and ripen on the vine
You fall down less if you fall in line
I know there is more to life
Than searching my soul for missing pieces
Somewhere there are borderlines
Where nobody can keep the ice from freezing
This is the last time I’ll ask you to save yourself
Speak now or forever hold out for one better
Please say I’m ready to stand tall and steady
When all I have left are the pictures and memories
All I have left are the things I should’ve said
Somewhere out there
With or without you
I’ll be there soon…
©2009 Joel Van Horne