fireworks

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
drifting through the wind
wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
like a house of cards,
one blow from caving in?

In the summer that I was baptized

my father held me to his side

As they put me to the water

he said how on that day I cried

We were prisoners of love, a love in chains

He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain

With the same hot blood burning in our veins