Alphabet Song

The armor you wear
Covers the parts of you
That require
Gentle gestures made of strings
Illusions sweet with reason

Now in vibrant explosions
I hear the sounds of a
Xylophone made of stone
Infinite heaviness on
The parched lips of
A figure I dare to kiss

You crave the sweetness
Yet you hide behind
Coats of steel
Enchanting the jezebels
Into believing you
Are the ominous
Treasure they seek

Weathered and worn
I can no longer breathe
Lost in the quiet heights
Of love
Slowly I
Unravel
As a ball of yarn might

You are the reason
For this journey
Back to Zion
Back to the beginning
Of destined hearts crossing paths
Unearthed by the sound
Of our sighs as
one