Stories From Gold
Midnight screams
Wildflower dreams
Of John, her true beloved
And of Vince, her man
They raped her again
Midnight surprise
A starlit sunrise
Wildflower sleeps
While Mother Rose weeps
For all her child's desert years
Self-abuse and twilight tears
Hey hey Thanksgiving is today
I wonder what He would say
I have no food but I have tea
So I give praises joyfully
I give thanks (of course!) for John
Whose broken dream still lingers on
Thank you too to Vince Yarrow
He shot through my heart like Cupid's arrow
Happy joyful singing fair
Psychic dreams and long long hair
Satan tried not once but twice
Did his damnedest to entice
The maidens down by the river ran
Each believing John was her man
Every fair young lady doing all she can
It is an enigma because he didn't return
He swore he'd prefer to burn
For his misdeeds and his biggest sin
Believing that he was a god therein
He went to the mountains, drank from the fountains
I understand why he ran away
He has no fear of judgment day
But broken promises and broken hearts
Is why he had to depart
Will he return? You never know
But I can feel him, he is the greatest show
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