choose your flower as it falls,
tomorrow we will run faster,
but now is a time for simplicity;
Christ, i’m just a boy,
why cannot you always be a good man father?
daddy cannot bide me, because i swear at him,
the fruit don’t fall far from the tree;
it is for God to punish wicked people,
but i never had power to conceal my passion,
i cannot say God’s name,
for i am the wrong kind of creature for this world,
no matter where it hides, God will find it;
at home, i drown,
it is a place to forget what power is,
four weeks’ torture, tossing and sickness,
i am learning to suffer,
in isolation, i am isolated,
time can be so still;
the world unmakes itself.
I will tell myself stories,
and look for god,
they do not call me darling,
but I don’t hate them,
for they think I love just by accident,
what happens in the end?
once I had a good life,
but sinners have more good times,
the honeysuckles embracing the thorn,
have you ever found god in church?
god sees everything;
right then I started to cry,
civilizations going to pieces,
and the rich get richer,
but tomorrow we will run faster;
choose Your flower as it falls,
a good heart will help You,
I’m young and happy. I’ll never die.