Childhood’s End

The child is flung open,
Blinds are drawn down,
Mystery is what I'm hoping,
Will keep me a happy clown,

Spit out your sanctuary, and grab ahold of heaven,
Then hit the nail right in your own palm,

Crucified, left to die,
The feeling I have sometimes,
Tried to hide behind a lie,
And now it's show-time,

Drink the drink, we all get drowned,
And make the civil people frown,

Don't act on tomorrow,
Before you lose today,
Don't be drowning in sorrows,
Sink or swim, it's your way,

(Laugh as loud as you can and with no fault)
It's O.K. to fly sometimes,
And hark the herald Angels,
But I live in a world of rhyme,
And we all have seen our devils.

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