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Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
I don’t know if I dare…
Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
Ever expose myself bare…
As it’s so overwhelming…
This power you create…
The silver lines you’re spinning…
Just connect and resonate…
Painting pictures in my mind…
Planting music in my soul…
Your voice is full of kindness…
I’m simply under your control…
As you have this capability…
To extract me from reality…
Into a realm of total fantasy…
Do you realise what you do to me…
Oh Lord, Oh my Lord…
I’m blessed by your presence…
Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
I worship your very essence…
For in your generous company…
I cannot begin to focus…
When your eyes glance my way…
It’s witchcraft, it’s hocus pocus…
The spell that you have woven…
Transcends all time and space…
It transports this mortal being…
High above this Earthly place…
And I wonder if you see it…
If you know exactly how I feel…
But we can never speak of it…
That’s the twisted, fucked up deal…
So it’s hidden from conversation…
It’s buried deep down inside…
It resides in my echo chamber…
A secret carried till I’ve died…
Oh Lord, oh sweet Lord…
You simply drive me wild..
And in my darkest dreams…
I become your Heathen Child…
©Eyewillnotcry1973
Inspired by the song “Heathen Child” by Grinderman
Eye Will Not Cry 