Luckily in Dignity
Uncovering covers, covering the covers over your eyes
Pulling back the blinds to see that you are blind to the
Maneuvers taking place, left, right, left, left, right, never following
Translation of blood run c/hold

The knife just pulled from his heart
Slightly twisting a bit
And turning to keep the pain repeating
Just a few more times
Patiently the wait goes on for quick recovery
But no ones listening, no ones listening to me

It's just an opinion
Don’t scratch that itch to make it bleed again
Just let it waste away to pictures
In a box behind the teddy bear you had in third grade
And the books you never read

Its time consumed
By emotion illusory with no grasp on reality
But then what is
Real enough to touch with your open hand
Reach out for something
The sights and sounds to occupy
That time, better spent, in dependence
History repeats itself and
There’s no need to set a standard
It’s spoken in every letter and together they make... words…
The fact behind the man is a comparison between
Someone listening and no one listening to me
The currency of you and me
Is luckily in dignity
The trouble you see
Dishonesty that he has
Truthfully been miserably
A travesty to you and me
But luckily in dignity
A tragedy not come between
Our fantasy turned reality