Wings of a Wayward Sheep
Jesus wept a tear for me
and promised me an apple tree
a flea, a ski, a sacred bee
so many things he promised me
He offered me so many things
and stated that my fairy wings
would wash away on Easter night
to hinder me from further flight
"To fly is not a natural thing"
his vile plot-a deadly sting
a Christian girl must walk on earth
to prove to him her holy worth
To give this wary man my trust
a girl must do, and do she must
put on a show, I did for him
of "faithful child" to seraphim
I prayed for him my soul to keep
from things that bite me in my sleep
my fairy wings I stored away
and hid from him until today
A sound that woke me from my rest
revealed a savior in high jest
a ghastly tear of blood so red
I wished to see that savior dead
Beneath my window where they lay
I found my wings in disarray
a feather missing from the crest
a teardrop falling to my chest
Destroyed and raped, my livelihood
condemned to eat my weight in "good"
upon the earth, my prison cell
a fairy-no-an angel fell
Now bound and gagged, my dignity
ordained to laud the trinity
that plundered many helpless kin
In holy wars and shameless sin
I looked into his vicious eyes
and asked him how a Christian dies
of rescue from his righteous plight
if not from lack of childish flight
I reached for him and tried to tear
away his soft and noble hair
he reached for me "his wayward sheep"
and tried my fairy wings to reap
"Thou shall not fly on fairy wings"
that lord and savior often sings
I spit on Jesus Christ today
for trying to take my wings away.
When the Clock Lost His Attention - Wings of a Wayward Elf
