Delight in the offering I bring to you
We waltz in the orchard while you write my name
I only move for woodwind's blow
I only sing what you compose
You left my temper in the barracks
My sadness died with the front line
The men who died in your name ran through with the spears of your fame
I do not question this now for now I am safe
I am safe in my privileged space, I sing your grace
With my crooked face
Psalm zero is one of some deep down crazy
Erased from the past
It's shamed from his story
Who is it I serve?
Who is it I pray to?
The Wizard of Oz is laughing to my tune
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