Possesion

Ok
scandels abound
maps can be wrong
no holiday for me
dance me up in David Lee Roth's
furry boots
spin me neither here or there
but make me know
that when
boys are boys
and
girls are girls
that children are what they are
hold no fury
towards the sun
make no preconceptions of where they go
know that only the sun
only the moon
only anything above us
better than us
have faith and hope in
a child's smile
that makes a man cry
real tears
in the cold of nights where
priests won't even walk
goodnight to the silent children of master's abuse