ED250323 Patsy’s Song

If someone feels like you,

you know you are one of a few.

And there is sure something there,

if the Black of the Night gets to Heavy to spare.

You are falling but at least you went outside.

Even if you thought it's a genocide

You're still so timid,

but you act without limit

The ground was made out of sand

The magnitude couldn't make a stand

on the silent broken, burning, fundament.

It was rotten, soon it will be forgotten.

Now the colours convey in their own way and you need to congratulate, as you got something to stay

and nothing to obey

and the world is damned to eat out of your shaking, loving hand.

As you are tender and pure and it's all within, it's all covered with skin.

Congratulations you tender being!

So loud, but afraid to sing.

Constantly proud

In the end you'll always win.

Not even started to begin.

You always win.