My tender psyche I unlocks & with
my mental pencil box I brightly crayons, without fault, My very very own gestalt & so I comes to be alert To all my pain & all my hurt & then when....
My tender psyche I unlocks & with
my mental pencil box I brightly crayons, without fault, My very very own gestalt & so I comes to be alert To all my pain & all my hurt & then when sister gives the nod I starts my angering — at god.