CHICKEN LITTLE
Softly shaded indigo stare
Lost and faded through years of wear
And the truth that I may find
In the soothing of your screaming lullaby
Comfort me with silent lies
Watch the days go by
Silence me with falling skies
Slightly jaded indigo glare
A heart sedated left unaware
Frozen numb for what was chosen
No less foreboding in the ashes of a wish left unspoken
Comfort me with silent lies
Watch the days go by
Silence me with falling skies
Where have we come where the light has all gone
And cast us aside shamefully
Wearing the masks of obligation we smile
Feeling the pull of being bound by this need
Baptized in charity’s seed
The sky is falling on me
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