The Puppett The old oaks would say And the new seed would be in dismay Pity is this one soul who's lost it's way, led far, far astray As the wisdom of the stars shines down And the heart of a child turns a stone into a crown This old soul is still lost, still buried far under the ground Who will raise this heavy soul And set fire to his clump of coal Who can make an evil undone and shoot the past away like a gun Until that day has come his heart will not be one but all I feel is he needs more sun, a lot more sun "Started night shift work and have felt a lot of darkness"
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