Cemetery Like A Stage - Norma Jean

There will be no more color

Broken I stand here

A new creation

On the stage of history

Where map and compass

Mean nothing at all

The arrows are in me My spirit drinks poison

I joined the avalanche

Just to feel alive

I remember sitting in My mothers room

And I watched them cry

We’re not supposed to be here

Tonight I will sleep on the floor

Oh, such weight

All colors rushing back

Restoring frail life

We’re broken here

We’re ruined here

There are strangers

In my house

Tripping over

Themselves to White wash this

Disaster

I am young but

I’m not blind

All colors rushing back

Restoring frail life

We’re broken here

We’re ruined here

The Voice of Heaven

Speaks with time

A new understanding

Dedication

This will never fade

I guess the body

Means nothing at all

Broken and unbroken

All colors rushing back

Restoring frail life

We’re broken here

We’re ruined here