" In All But Heather..."

I see not through, the pain of truth
God does such doom forbid
And in my despair, I find comfort there
Knowing the good works I did
So in my race, for my Father's grace
I should have enjoyed forever
But wicked faeries, with plans contrary
Did leave me in all but Heather..

Where a crime it is, to pray for bliss
No one can live in hell
When pills cannot help, and doctor's can't tell
Where in your mind you dwell
And all friends pleas, so judge with ease
Through where-fore's and whatever's
And vain hope's dropped, all bullshit stopped
My loneliness in all but heather...

I may never reply, were lips to deny
Or feed you my surrender
For I shall fight, with ALL my heart despite
Screams, or comfort's sweater
And yet to compare, my sins with theirs
I know that I'm no better
And so each night I cry, and ever I try
For happiness in fields of Heather....

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)