Lifted up on your pole of sin
Out in the field..lost.. never to be found
Motionless running, hiding in plain sight....again
Hanging above the cold, wet ground
Sins and situations spin
inside your head today
Seduced..you are, by your repeating chagrin
So cold in the lonely night..too hot in the long day
Hanging on the pole that is your penance
Stuffed full of straw.. half alive
Watching the world drift by... your life sentence
The world laughingly lives while you merely survive
Even the crows have migrated away
Unimpressed by your continued tears of straw.. falling
Flown off to other fields they have, unwilling to stay
Even these birds can hear a higher calling
No one can free you from your place on the pole
Except yourself, you own the power inside
To change your life half, to make it whole
Remove the pole that is shoved deep up your backside
In the dark dreams... brief, that you enter at night
Is the reality that you placed yourself here
You placed yourself on the pole, you killed your delight
Now you hang lifeless... suspended in your fear
Lifted up on your pole of sin
Out in the field..lost never to be found
Motionless running, hiding in plain sight....again
Hanging above the cold, wet ground
Right out there, hanging in plain sight
Some see you as vibrant, that's jive
I know you are a prisoner to your own frail fright
You are hardly...... alive
Live..perhaps? Make a new choice
It's true what they always say
It's never to late to discover your own voice
Heal your life, climb off your pole this day
Make the decision, let truth and courage prevail
Plow the field you hang in....you can't reap until sow
Allow the rescue of your personal Dorothy Gale
Climb off the pole....step onto your Yellow Brick Road
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