My clockwork heart keeps time
All it requires is a wind
With a key in a hidden place
A glass house, shattered to pieces
You’ll find it cuts, find it rusts
But if you hold on, you will find
It fits in the keyhole and gives easily
Under pressure. Just push and you’re in
But there will be blood from you and me
It’s needed to lubricate the gears
To provide the juice to move once more
When you do, though, I can be whole.
Spring me to life, this clockwork mess,
This heart of many pains. Use the key
To gain entry, and take me by the hand.
Show me a world of flesh and bone,
Not one of gears and copper. That I
May remember once again, to be a real boy
And not a clockwork mocker.
God With Us!
...like butta' on your toast!
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