the golden ring

Golden robes sing and flow
Crowds pour in enjoy the show
Two hands reach out for everything

Sing and dance, sometimes touch
Sparkling to want something so much
Swirling round and faster to a ring

Feathers fall upon your shoulder
I can see you ten years older
Golden eyes reflectng everything

Sudden shake awake and cry
Oh please don’t let this moment die!
I just wanna hold on everything
Fold it up and fasten to a ring.

Standing there six feet off
So official as I watch you talk
Cold eyes that take in everything

Serious, never touch
Beautiful to hold inside so much
Swirling down and backwards to a ring

Feathers fall upon your shoulder
I can see you ten years older
Saddened eyes reflecting everything

Roughened up, almost wise
Stone like against their cries
You have made your way into the ring.

Leaning there against the wall
Smoking over six feet tall.
Two eyes that notice everything

Quizzical, back and forth
Biting hard and then moving into mirth
You don’t know you’re standing in a ring.

Feathers fall upon your shoulder
To the world of ten years older
Blackened eyes absorbing everything

Shaken up awake and cry
Oh please don’t let this moment die!
I just want to hold on everything.
Fold it up and pack it to a ring.

1.
Up and down the stairs I ran
with a scepter in my hand
How to chase the doubts out from my mind?

When the only life I’ve ever known
is to strive for absolute control
and to pull on every string that I could find

To my talismans I cling
I am scared of everything
He knew one day he’d grab the golden ring

2.
On my back I saw the stars
I remembered fireflies in their jars
How to pull the fire out from the flame?

Can I make the bad ones fall and
crush them into pieces small
and somehow extricate myself from blame?

In my ears are bells that ring
I will conquer everything
He knew one day he’d grab the golden ring

3.
Ladies dance and ladies sing
they toss their hair; they wear a ring
they don’t amount to anything I’m sure

But I will cut each finger tip
with stony eyes I’ll watch them drip
I’ll stand in puddles red upon the floor

Are there wise men- I don’t know
I grow the way that flowers grow
spreading from their center like a star

I made my bed, I lie in pain
it cools the fever from my brain
but my seeds upon the wind will travel far

Sing the song that roses sing
do not believe in anything
He knew one day he’d grab the golden ring

4.
On my back I saw the stars
they spread out wide they were my arms
the burning flames that sparkled were my hands

I held my hands up to my face
I gazed into that burning place
so many bright things I could understand

I sing the song that roses sing
I will see through everything
He knew one day he’d grab the golden ring

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