Master Peace - Aug. 2007

• Trapped in the middle

  and living perdition

  of love always attached to condition

  Glinda the good witch

  Where have you got to

  We hurt 'cause we care

  Could the answer be not to

  I've both led the charge

  And quick fled the scene

  And witnessed the battle 

  That stings in between

  I open my window and somebody's fighting

  Drop my hook in the water the bad fish are biting

  Some wade around in emotional sludge

  Licking wounds and deciding to judge

  The judges survive by pointing the finger

  And thinking the hurt they inflict will not linger

  I build a bridge and you burn it down

  So now there's a wall for you to wail on

  The mantle of safety's so easily busted

  And steely resolve is so thoroughly rusted

  The sagest of souls will pour out its cares

  And become a blessed puppet stringed only by prayers

  If baby has armor, baby can fly

  Aloft with the wings of a new lullabye

  I smile and I sleep because you are above me

  And it's in my dreams where you say that you love me

  We hit our stride and get smacked down by strife

  Ten million bucks ain't a prizeworthy life

  Although it can seem that the woes will not cease

  It's your bright still life that's a true masterpiece.