Testo: Bradley Hathaway. She Was Raised By A Man With A Sickness.
She was raised by a man with a sickness
that gave him two personalities
but he never took no medicines
he said God was his remedy
one minute he'd say that he loved her
and that he loved her so much
the next minute he would yell at her
yell at her to shut up
her little heart was confused
and broken by such inconsistencies
she began to reside inside her mind
with her childhood fantasies
and there she was safe
and there she was sound
and no one could hurt her there
amongst the creations of her own world
she learned how to bare
in her fairy tales and sweetest dreams
she found Jesus on her own
and He told her that He loved her
and that He would be her home
and He danced and sang His songs over her
as she slept at night
and she felt His joy
and she felt His peace
His gentleness and His might
and she believed that He bore a pain
and that He bore it in His side
but to believe that He loved her so
was just so much that she would hide
for His love was too dangerous
and how could He dare
to love her the unlovable
it just didn't seem fair
and I fell in love with her creativity
and the paintings that flowed from her hand
for a time she invited me in
happily we danced in her lands
and I saw in the forest her enemies
the giants over the evil trees[?]
but I never realized so sadly
they were ordinary beings like me
we made love atop Saturn's rings
but she never opened her eyes
we rode through the galaxies
and on the backs of comets
but all she did was cry
and we landed in her bedroom
off 32nd and west
and I ran my fingers once more
through her brown hair
I made her a picture
of my own exotic lands
there were two people walking
she and I
we were holding hands
in the sky there was a fire burning
good and evil were at war
and we watched as it unfolded
just like waves breaking on the shore
and the angels were furious
but they were holy all the same
and I told her they were fighting for her
and that too is why I came
but she took the picture
and she crumbled it
throwing it in the trash can behind the chair
and I haven't seen her
since I left her there
that gave him two personalities
but he never took no medicines
he said God was his remedy
one minute he'd say that he loved her
and that he loved her so much
the next minute he would yell at her
yell at her to shut up
her little heart was confused
and broken by such inconsistencies
she began to reside inside her mind
with her childhood fantasies
and there she was safe
and there she was sound
and no one could hurt her there
amongst the creations of her own world
she learned how to bare
in her fairy tales and sweetest dreams
she found Jesus on her own
and He told her that He loved her
and that He would be her home
and He danced and sang His songs over her
as she slept at night
and she felt His joy
and she felt His peace
His gentleness and His might
and she believed that He bore a pain
and that He bore it in His side
but to believe that He loved her so
was just so much that she would hide
for His love was too dangerous
and how could He dare
to love her the unlovable
it just didn't seem fair
and I fell in love with her creativity
and the paintings that flowed from her hand
for a time she invited me in
happily we danced in her lands
and I saw in the forest her enemies
the giants over the evil trees[?]
but I never realized so sadly
they were ordinary beings like me
we made love atop Saturn's rings
but she never opened her eyes
we rode through the galaxies
and on the backs of comets
but all she did was cry
and we landed in her bedroom
off 32nd and west
and I ran my fingers once more
through her brown hair
I made her a picture
of my own exotic lands
there were two people walking
she and I
we were holding hands
in the sky there was a fire burning
good and evil were at war
and we watched as it unfolded
just like waves breaking on the shore
and the angels were furious
but they were holy all the same
and I told her they were fighting for her
and that too is why I came
but she took the picture
and she crumbled it
throwing it in the trash can behind the chair
and I haven't seen her
since I left her there
Bradley Hathaway
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