Hot Pink Turtle Pickin' Berries
I was once pickin' berries in a big old red and yellow,
green and brown tree. When a teenager came up to me. He
said I called him a pig. He hit me in my eye. People
thought it was cool that he made me cry. Now in my life,
I cannot find a place to hide. And in my life, I can
still hear his voice inside. And in my dreams, that voice
keeps calling out to me. An in my mind, I can't clear of
what I fear. A twisted looking little man. A funny shape
to his expression. Trying to avoid the eyes. I can't stay
clear of what I fear. I am not a little man. What is held
just above my head? I do not fully understand. I just
stay clear of what I fear. Why am I always running,
always hiding from something? I never realized how much
hate I would see if I opened my eyes and looked around to
see the men staring at me. I can't stay clear, the hate
if follows me. I want to fill you up with love and it
will never leave you. I want to turn all of your hate
into the love that God gave me. I want to smother all
your hate and see the light shine from your eyes. A love
that covers over all. A love that will never leave.
What's the deal with this world? Seems just a little
twisted. Twisted sense of vision. What's the deal with
this world. Needs some rearranging. This world that we
live in. What's the deal with this world?
