Clara
I had a dream last night, I remember I had a daughter
But I was scared to leave you alone all day with her
I know what you're thinking, it's a bit too harsh to come from me
How could anyone have that problem with someone like you
I'm sorry did you think I liked you?
How are you feeling?
Does it make your spine curl up with shame
To think that we thought of you as a person not to blame
But now it's plain to see all those fists you gave behind closed doors
We're no longer private secrets, when you boasted of your thoughts
Was she thankful for that day?
He
But I was scared to leave you alone all day with her
I know what you're thinking, it's a bit too harsh to come from me
How could anyone have that problem with someone like you
I'm sorry did you think I liked you?
How are you feeling?
Does it make your spine curl up with shame
To think that we thought of you as a person not to blame
But now it's plain to see all those fists you gave behind closed doors
We're no longer private secrets, when you boasted of your thoughts
Was she thankful for that day?
He
Eyes are the Soul
He knows he's leaving, not much time left
Holding on to his very last breath
I saw him last week, nervous and uptight
Losing sleep, stays up all night
Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed
to push in the bush but took his time
to get to know the girl he slapped skins with
shared needles with
Wish he could go back, change the direction
But now he's got the infection
I spoke to him, gave him inspired words
I'm sure he's heard
live by the sword, die by the sword
What's left, pray to the oh Lord
You can deny but the truth will unfold
because the eyes are the soul