All ends well
All sorted out
But now all well out of sorts
I try to rest this weary soul
Battered by my own fearful steps
Walked into the Halls of vampires
Rising out of darkness toward Her light
Seeking unconditional love within and without
A passing phase without unknowing ears
Can’t help others when battery is low
Ashamed of the fearful spiral
Ramping up to shuck away despair
Shuck away these draining cords
Elevate my soul with blessed chords
Her
Her
Her
The Greatest Mother
I receive
I receive
I receive
Her blissful shock
Clay The Scribe 