The Defeats That Were Turning Into Gold

Tom is always sick about everything
Maybe it’s in his heart or maybe it’s in his head
He often prays for people like him
In the hospitals where it feels so grim
He tries to put the light of hope within
His parents, they don’t understand
Why he gives his time for the frail-ones
Instead of taking care of him
Tom knows he does belong here
But at home things are really heavy
That he planned to leave not to become nasty
Sweet Beth and her mother
Had an argument again about summer
That she wants to spend with her bunch of friends
Lately Beth lost too much weight
The bones of her spine are like teeth from a saw
Ready to cut her skin off to get it over with
She can’t stand her face and her reflection
In the mirror she found this is not enough
To feel well among friends when your family life is rough
When the corners of your mind are just blocked
And the only window of your heart overlooks nothing
Nothing but a lonesome track
You want to get out of this tragic plight
Where you are confined, you weep to get blind
You wish you could bury that voice
Pretending you have no choice
But right after that way, there’ll be a newborn day
Sometimes I thought my shadow
Was a long, long way behind me
But it kept haunting me
Because I refuse to see what I needed to be
Me, I want to go where my curing lives
And where the angels hum about
The defeats that were turning into gold