" B l e s s T h i s B a g o f B o n e s "

Blessed are my scars
For they show where I've been
Blessed are my tears
For they show the state I'm in
Blessed is this release
For the rage has been held too long
Blessed is this grief
For it's come out in yet another song

So bless me
For I have sinned
And probably
I will do it again

Bless me, I'm such an awful man, I'm so cold
I get away with what I can, I'm a bag of bones
Bless me, I'm a desperate clown, I wont fold
I keep hoping I'll drown, I am a bag of bones

Bless this bag of bones...

Blessed are the seconds
When I finally find my way to sleep
Blessed are the lessons
That I never seem able to complete
Blessed is this catharsis
For it keeps me from many explosions
Blessed is this darkness
For it fostered all of these emotions

So bless me
For I have sinned
And probably
I will do it again

Bless me, I'm such an awful man, I'm so cold
I get away with what I can, I'm a bag of bones
Bless me, I'm a desperate clown, I wont fold
I keep hoping I'll drown, I am a bag of bones

Bless this bag of bones...

Bless this
Bless this
Bless this... bag... of... bones...

You're lucky........you can take your pain and make great poetry/song lyrics out of it.Well done,as always.

I like the way you repeated 'Blessed are/is the...' in your verses. This is really good, in a haunting kind of way.

Thanks Doug. Thanks iffi. I'm glad y'all like it.