Coming in to the world
Coming in to the world
Virgin Sacrificial lamb
Pure white, with nigh eve notions
Raised in fields of green
No wolf to raise suspicions
Only the soft hand that caresses
your smooth wool
Those starry nights
Filled with peace
Thinking the whole world is just
one big picture
The other side of the white picket fence
Green lined with trees
Those delightful clumps
Of cover, so sweet to the taste
Those days were filled with life
Until that moment of ceremony
Led by women in flowing gowns
The crown of daisies
Melodious hors were blown in your honor
You thought you would live forever
Even when the last glimmering spark
glistened off the swards polished edge.