• Thing
    Encircled by a ring
    of violence and malice
    a child drinking from a chalice
    of thing's blood

    Thing
    A mental time bomb goes "ping"
    so cheerfully
    oh come on, why can't you see?
    The world is crying

    Thing
    Just a lump of forgotten love
    Thing
    A sad small hand reaches for a forgotten glove

    Thing
    it seemed to fade, so to the garbage they did fling
    small and crying for those hearts from which he'd flown
    but when he came back, oh he realized he had grown
    there was no room for him.

    Thing
    Just a lump of forgotten love
    Thing
    A sad small hand reaches for a forgotten glove

    Thing
    which onto memories did cling
    a tear did fall, flew like a flying lark
    and on a forgotten book, left the forgotten mark
    of a forgotten thing.
    Of a forgotten love.

    Thing
    Just a lump of forgotten love
    Thing
    A sad small hand reaches for a forgotten glove
    the glove of a crying thing.

    THING.