drinking scotch straight from a highball glass
happy at last now that the day has passed
i’ve known you sober, darling, and i’ve seen you drunk
just a sad face as you’re lost in space
no trace of life
no hope of love
is this what you were dreaming of?
you say you’re an ugly moth
but i know Someone thinks you’re beautiful
cries over you every night
’cause you’ve run so far from home
you say you’re an ugly moth
but i know you can be a butterfly
floating freely in the breeze
if you believe and live and love
once again
hurting and lost is the path you’re spinning down
smile pasted blankly on though we know you only frown
you’re killing yourself, darling, as you binge through the nights
drunk on ten-dollar wine and five-dollar women
no trace of life
no hope of love
is this what you were dreaming of?
you say you’re an ugly moth
but He bled to make you beautiful
called you by your name
before you ever took a breath
death was an ugly lie
but He died so you could live again
crying “Abba!” on your knees
so you can believe and live and love
once again
Nice. i like the flow of the words. nice choice of words.
Aah….so touchy. I love your writings!