This thing called the tongue

The light is soft in the forest

the morning has broken

life awakens

birds are singing good morning

puppies are wrestling in the kitchen

I am bare footed and bathed

washed clean

Oh the tongue

We hold hands and pray

for another

for her pain

the water is soapy

the dishes are clean

Oh the tongue

The morning show

the world news

the blood pressure will rise

hearts grow cold

Oh the tongue

the hands release

the air is clear

a voice will speak

shouts in the air

and all is lost

Oh the tongue

A heart wrenched

A trembling soul

The devil dances

sack cloth garments

clothing shame

anger dances

Oh the tongue

Oh the tongue

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