WARM-BUTTER SCONES ARMS
When I was a young blossom rose bud
I was sent far away
The cold fish-walls eyes stole my soul
Crying between the iceberg-sheets of my bed
Golf balls in my mouth gave me an invisible voice
No friend to give me a smile or hold my hand
Dragon voices with green tongues slashed through my virgin-mind
Told me I would never sing solo with books
or dance with High School stars
My head hung for a while on the moon's shoulder
See-Saw nightmares engulfed my dreams at night
I screamed to get out of bed
Every ear is tuned into the deaf channel
Soaking wet bed sheets smiled toothless at me
Gale force winds swept me out of my bed
Ice cube baths started to be my future
Shivered and shaken my skin turned blue
No warm-butter scones arms to protect me
I voiceless asked God for help
I'm given a rainbow-sunrise smile
I learned to play golf with the golf balls in my mouth
Slowly blossom-hands were reaching for me
Scars were tattooed onto my blossom bud-soul
I believed the violin voices that I can't climb a mountain
The sun started to whisper in my ear
Stars unpainted my eyes
Eye of the tiger sang in my heart
I reached for a Heavenly ladder
Flown on angel wings
I swam in the freedom-waterfall