Surgical Invitation
This isn't a winning situation
I look for clues but there is nothing I can use
Closed wound from a surgical invitation
You didn't fix me up Doc
Look how wounded I walk

Carry me on your shoulders
I can't face the wound
Carry me on your shoulders
High against the world

A cunning call to life
I still can't get it right
I'd rather find a flight that I can walk into
The short times I feel might
I might, I might, I might
Then I come unglued

Carry me on your shoulders
I can't face the wound
Carry me on your shoulders
High against the world

The last logical step didn't show me where my heart was kept
I had to look on my own
Out into the unknown

Carry me on your shoulders
High against the world
Carry me on your shoulders
I can't face the wound

2007 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
February 9, 2007
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