The piano fills the room, two or three lonely hearts, head's in the skies, body beaten down, down, down... These are the songs of God as interpreted by me! God I weep, but I fell into line, tumbled in so sorrowfully, I erased Hell for you, God. I thought it was for the best, you were bleeding out in the church of man... We're learning to dance as one... steady your legs. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)