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Blood drips and drips

and drips

And the devil sits

and samples

the drips

Delicately touching

the tips

of his fingers

To his lips...

Sun Child

1975

Someone who carries the beauty of the world,

Within their soul peacefully curled,

Amidst the hate and sorrow today,

So rare I could kneel and reverently pray.

I'd like to surround them with flowers and sun,

A summer's breeze and laughter and fun,

To protect their soul more sensitive than mine,

I'm just a sinner scarred by time.

Sometimes I meet someone good to the core,

Who makes me want to know more and more,

From evey angle every inch of their mind,

And I run through my veins the beauty I find.

And as a rushing chill touches my skin,

I know I have touched the soul within.