THE WORD IS OUT

THE WORD IS OUT, MY MIND REFUSES TO WORK,

REFUSES TO LET THE WORDS PASS THROUGH

FROM MY HEART, VIA MY BRAIN,

AND COME INTO THE DEPTHS OF YOU.

THE WORD IS OUT, MY BRAIN REFUSES TO WORK,

WON'T ALLOW LIGHT INTO MY INNER PARTS

TO SEARCH OUT THE WORDS THAT I SEEK

TO BRING WARMTH TO YOUR COLD, COLD HEART.

THE WORD IS OUT, MY THINKER WON'T THINK,

WHY CAN'T I GET IT GOING AGAIN?

I GUESS IT HAS REFUSED TO START ANYMORE,

FOR I HAVE LOST A VERY BEST FRIEND.

THE WORD IS OUT, MY HEART WILL NOT WORK,

SO THAT MEANS THAT I AM DEAD ON MY FEET.

WHY WON'T IT WORK, WHY WON'T IT BEAT?

BECAUSE YOU TRAMPLED IT UNDER YOUR FEET.

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