If it turns out that I'm not real I'll turn myself into a velveteen rabbit and learn what it means to be real © Wildheart 1999
In the relentless pursuit of happiness I've made my nest of thorns where everything hurts you don't fly from this nest you fall the sky above me wants to hold and hug me and I want to run in the other direction because I understand chaos too well the warmth and simplicity in a smile is very inviting I should give it awhile something so simple hasn't a chance I run in the other direction to meet that familiar comfort of pain and sadness in my harsh home where even the innocent are not kind wrap around madness numbs me to the bone I'll never feel you hold me I'd rather be falling through the chaos than in your arms your comfort means nothing but pain speaks so clearly I understand it so well © Wildheart 1999
Born to die an elm tree in the desert not a chance to survive living to die burned by the sun before the roots can get a grasp in dirt as hard as a rock only in a cruel world where revenge runs too deep would something precious be planted and grown wanted and promised for the sole purpose of being destroyed © Wildheart 1999
Don't cry for me mommy the sun kept me warm and helped me fade into the sand Bones and dust where your pretty little girl once stood and screamed Into the deep blue sky Do you recognize me without my pretty blue eyes? I've watched so many sunsets scatter my freckles like stars without having to see as I sift into the sand you don't recognize me I've turned to bone and dust Once your pretty little girl I stood here petrified and screamed but now like the rocks and the dirt I'm everywhere eroded by wind and rain gone into the scenery I've lost my identity Cry now mommy, but not for me you want to take me home but I'm already everywhere I need to be © Wildheart 1999
You got your wish promises that never break never really leave Is it love or a curse to know he never really leaves Thousands of miles away a little bit of me stays with you always and another thousand miles a lttle bit of you makes me cry My heart breaks every day But the promises are intact you will be back along your orbit that circles me © Wildheart 1999
That man follows me dead, dying and rabid dogs in his arms He won't let the dogs die in peace allow them a little dignity He tries to get near me but I run too afraid of a man who loves what is horrible Holds on to disease and death believing that cruelty is a noble activity He wants me to share his love of suffering make me a part of it He knows he's not a saint but thinks he's better than a dying dog even the rabid ones won't bite if you hold them just right but I won't hold what needs to die I have nothing to prove That's why I turn and run © Wildheart 1999
Sister, sister it's really inconvenient the way you feel and want to yell Wait until they're ready and you'll wait until you're dead Don't ruin Thanksgiving with your ancient complaints We understand you're angry But we can't be bothered not now not tomorrow not 30 years ago There are only so many shopping days, you know Cry to Santa but don't bother us We don't remember the Cold War or where we were when a man walked on the moon or what world event has brought you to such a chaotic state of mind We must have been at the mall that day But don't be blind to our situation we've halls to deck and ribbons to tie Much to be done and so little time What makes you think we're going to stop eating just for you? © Wildheart 1999
I keep my anger in a quiet place that's why you can't hear it feel it or see it on my face I keep my sadness in a river bed where water polishes tears smoothes the edges along canyons of pain that you will never cross I keep my memories where you will never find them twist them bend or destroy them Because they're beautiful ugly and they hurt but they're mine © Wildheart 1999
Some day we'll have all that we wanted Time to do as we please become who we really are Yes, I believe that some day we could walk hand in hand let the demands of this world go forget what other people want Until then hold on and talk to me Tell me what really matters I'll listen to you forever or until that day arrives © Wildheart 1999
Inherited from generation to generation along a strand Who's next in line? No one learns Never will New born babies Hold my head under water I'll try not to breathe and try not to scream As I go though life by osmosis Watch me disperse I'll try not to dream or talk of reality this silence exists for the sake of my sanity I live disconnected From all that I see and hear No hope here No real cure For this virus that infects whenever they're near Watch me disassociate from A terminal disease A cancer that I call My Family © Wildheart 1999
"Canon in D" by Johann Pachelbel
Volume VIII