Drip Tickle

Baby is born

Pricked by a thorn

Once pure, no more



Drip trickle, drip trickle,

Dripping slowly dry

My poor baby slowly shriveled dry



After each of us are born

We slowly become worn and torn

With each moment withered more

Until a time we are no more



Angel so pure

So easily tempted and lured



Drip trickle drip, drip trickle

Dripping slowly dry

My poor angel slowly withered dry



After each of us are born

We slowly become worn and torn

With each moment withered more

Until a time we are no more



How I've tried to pull this thorn,

open my eyes and cure the flaw

When you try to become pure

You realize you're nothing more

Then a flaw