Color of the Wool
What’s the color of the wool of the lamb that you’re seeing?
Is it pure in it’s whiteness or black and deceiving?
Is the darkness so clear because this light is fleeting?
Or is the nature of me to assume that it’s leaving?
Cause I’m screaming for reasons, but I’m no longer cheating
Or maybe I am because the rules are conceding
If this vision is needed for the sake of believing
I’m glad I can see even through all the beatings
Because all of the bleeding and the crying and teething
Was a process of growing and maturing and breeding
I’ve learned many lessons and now it’s time for heeding
Giving weight to the fact that I am no longer freezing
That my heart is now beating and even though it can stutter
I’m not defined by the hatred cause I’m also a lover
It’s taken time to discover that there was also another
An opposite side of me that’s behind walls to cover
And so when I fall or stutter or lose myself to the darkness
When the shadows are black and my wool’s colored heartless
When I’m looking for targets with the anger I’m parsed with
I can look for the one who can end what has started
And she will take both my hands and bleach out the blackness
And remind me of love and how to forget the distractions
She will look in my eyes and profess that she loves me
And suddenly this world becomes a little less ugly
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