+Lullabies And Executioners+

Something different...enjoy.

London Bridge is falling down,
Ring around the rosy.
Falling down, falling down,
Pocket full of posy.
London Bridge is falling down,
ashes, ashes.
My fair lady, we all fall down.

Sing of plagues and executions,
imprisonment and upheaval.
Dance for people's lives and family's woes,
for helplessness and prayers.
Smile for suffering and sorrow,
for loss and pain.
Laugh for tears and screams,
for torturers and sleepless nights.

Fall down in innocence;
rise up with red cheeks and numbered breaths.
We'll all fall down.
The children of the world laugh in mock innocence and it's all a tragic game.
Skin your knee;
break an arm,
its no big deal until your heart's no longer intact.

Scorn love [and boys],
roll eyes at kissing and keep it a secret that you kissed Johnny on the tire swing during lunch.
No one has to know what's really going on behind those dark black eyes,
and by the time they find out you'll have fallen and it will all be acceptable.
Standing on the street corner,
girl, I'll pretend to believe your lies.

There's a yellow bus coming down the street,
is it calling for you?
I'll patch the rend in your skirt,
but would you rather keep it as a moment?
Is the pain in your eyes really because some boy tripped you and skinned your knee, or was it really that you tripped each other and then he stood up and ran away, claiming innocence?

I see you hiding,
pretty girl,
and if I have to dig for years, I'll find it.
Lie and blush, laugh at my ideas,
but don't think I'll believe it.
Standing under neon lights,
I see right through your red paint and ashes.
I see the flames and they aren't pretty.

You know I know,
and someday the world will profess the truth.
Go ahead and lie all you want,
it's not going to change the fact that
We'll All Fall Down...

"I wish I could gather all my tears, so that I could drown you in them."

Christina

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