THE PAINTING OF THE BLOODLESS SHOE

The World Is Full Of Lonely People,

And All Good Things Must Die -

But Stained Glass Splinters Will Invade A Solitary Steeple,

In The Twinkling Of An Innocent Child's Eye.

And Maybe Water Colors Will Wash Away The Pain,

And Maybe There Will Be Good Will Toward Men And Peace On Earth -

But Maybe They Will Just Bring A Dreary Rain,

For A Teenager's Death Or A Child's Tearful Birth.

And The Sirens Sing On And On And On Their Longingly Mournful Dirge,

And The Muses Inspire Your Heartache's Desire In A Lie That Has Always Been True -

But Night Needs It's Heros As Sure As The Day And We'll Soon See Another Emerge,

And The Child Draws The Coldest Spark From The Fire For:

The Painting Of The Bloodless Shoe.

And In A World Where Hens Catch Mice And Leather Straps And Teathers,

And Cats Lay Eggs Of Solid Gold While Cotton Is Grown From Lead -

The Painted Canvas Reveals A Black Rainbow Of Fur And Feathers,

That Once Removed From Lifelessness Takes Flight Among The Dead.

But What Is This?

What Does It Mean?

You Would Have This Secret Defiled!?!

What Is This Tragic Beauty We've Seen?

I'll Tell You What:

It Was The Death Of An Unborn Child!