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She Carries The Lamb To Heaven


Schrödinger’s Cat

The cat in the box, neither alive or dead, is waiting for you too look.
Neither alive nor dead, until you look, that it said in a science book.
So as the cold winds bully around the house and I shiver under my blouse
I hope that, as long as you’re not found, that your alive, not in the ground
and not frozen in the snow, after what they did all god would ever know.
If I don’t look, If I don’t see, you’re all right and well and will come back to me.
My heart is broken into shards, cast about the snow in the neighborhood yards
where you laughed and played and from we’re you ultimately strayed.
If I don’t look, if you’re not found, you’re alright, warm, safe and sound.
If I close my eyes, I can believe in a surprise, that you’ll be here, right before my eyes.

Julianne

The ghost of a woman walks down Laurel Avenue.
She is singing as she walks, unafraid, unseeing of you.
A body was found in a yard, all those years ago.
Bodies go back to dust, an unquiet spirit doesn’t go.
 She is singing, a ballad of unseen love and adoration.
She is looking for him. He left on her grave a devout decoration.
That was night it was supposed to all begin, but death came.
A man, angry, with a pistol shot her down. He’s to blame.
 The rain won’t touch her, she is unguided by the moonlight.
She is singing, and it’s a sorrowful call, whispering so slight.
The one she loved, is still haunted, still loves her all these years.
But she can’t find him, and her song, and his heart, are full of tears.

Schrödinger’s cat

The cat in the box, neither alive or dead, is waiting for you too look.
Neither alive nor dead, until you look, that it said in a science book.
So as the cold winds bully around the house and I shiver under my blouse
I hope that, as long as you’re not found, that your alive, not in the ground
and not frozen in the snow, after what they did all god would ever know.
If I don’t look, If I don’t see, you’re all right and well and will come back to me.
My heart is broken into shards, cast about the snow in the neighborhood yards
where you laughed and played and from we’re you ultimately strayed.
If I don’t look, if you’re not found, you’re alright, warm, safe and sound.
If I close my eyes, I can belive in a surprise, that you’ll be here, right before my eyes.

Deep, Emerald Green

The woods of deep emerald green,
the fog and morning a mystical scene.
Soft shafts of light through the mist.
Why would we ever be found, or missed?
Her hand warm and wet, held so tight.
King and queen of some lost Fairie delight.
Let these sorrow slip out from our souls.
Left behind, people whose heart are black coals.
And the animals welcome us here,
It’s ever morning, ever warm, without fear.
More things that they ever dreamed of.
King and queen abide in innocence and love.
A coranation by the angels, given golden crowns.
The gold braid sewed into the royal purple gowns.
Adored by all the lost, broken and empitied out.
She holds those filled with tears and doubts.
The woods of the deep emerald green, ours.
where the innocent and weak no longer cowers.
Somewhere beneath the ground we were put away.
Children thrown out by the world so bitter gray.