LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jon McKay

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The lonely child
That sits and whispers
The lonely child
That collects and decides

The lonely child
That cuts and chisels
The lonely child
That pulse never subsides

The lonely child
That sits on shoulders
The lonely child
That suggests when arrives

What did we learn
The other day
What we were
The truth we tell
The lies we are
Cross and store
In the two
Sides to our smiles

Trapped
Permanently
And Interred
In our sole

Middle

I fall on our sword
As a single
I stall on our word
As I mingle

We need the street
To disguise
We glide in fleet
To license

Why the definition
Of us
Is a need to hide
Brick the barriers

And our insides

Ending

The lonely child
That sits and whispers
The lonely child
That selects and decides

The lonely child
That bets and loses
The lonely child
That pulps never combines

So I ask

What's the grand total
Of our lives
What we are
Is less worth more
Is forgive a shore
With no lighthouse
We are alone
Just moments in time

Extended Version

There is too much
Damage done
There is no return
No destination

Only

Self prescription
Between
You and I
Secretly

The lonely child
Sits and whispers
On our
Shoulders

Never leaves

Trapped
Permanently
And interred
In one sole

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