Down

This womb-tomb whence I come and go
Holds secrets no one else could know
Which twisted me and made me grow
Into this being you are seeing now
Only these walls the dead and I know how
But I have come from here so here I go

Heaven above and hell below
The possibilities between
Held close in this place

I hope you can see what I mean
And grant me the grace
Of your intelligent reading
For my scratchings broken and small
Something I find myself needing
To help me understand it all

Held close in this place
The possibilities between
Heaven above and hell below

And so I remain
With pleasure with pain
Again and again
The pleasure the pain
Again and again
Swirling down the drain

+Steven Curtis Lance



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