A WRENCHING THING - with audio

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Sleep comes crashing down

Upon my brow, upon my brow

I see him now, I see him now

A man obsequiously bowing low, bowing low

Can I have a dollar?

I say no, I say no

What for I ask?, I almost holler

To buy food you know, food you know?

I’ll buy you a chicken

But he says oh no, he says oh no

My face twists up, blood thickens

I think he’s a fake, he’s a no go

I watch through the store window

I follow in his wake, in his wake

I think perhaps that oh

I made a mistake, I made a mistake

I go back out, in a different mood

To give him a five, to give him a five

But he is no more about, a chance for good

Has passed me by, has passed me by

What a wrenching thing it is to abide

The morbid caress of coldness, of coldness

Come in from the world outside to reside

To rest within my breast, within my breast

In my turning turbulent dreams

Running away from my screams, my screams

I think that if I shall live

May God forgive, may God forgive

And when in humility he comes again

Machismo and pride both cast aside in pain, in pain

Reaching out with eyes and words hoping

May my heart warm and my hand open, my hand open