Sleepless Hearts On Juneberry Road

Words tend to take time to cry then grow
Moments should be cherished and shared before she goes
Window winds welcome with love that always flows
Fingers find forgiveness wrap around an aching start
Though his humble human humor hurdles hurt behind her door

Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
She wore her blouse plenty, two thorns and what she knows
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
She growled at the moon (He muffled: I stole the lonely thrown)

Couldn't be seen screamin' within her self-inflicted greed
Essential illustrations a pedophiles' web cam wet dream
Chaotic hypnotic erotic sounds down her corridor
Claimed to blame on her under-age virgin need
Though his humble human humor hurdles hurt behind her door

Words tend to take time to cry then grow
Moments should be cherished and shared before she goes
Window winds welcome with love that always flows
Fingers find forgiveness wrap around an aching start
Though his humble human humor hurdles hurt beyond her door

Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
She wore her blouse plenty, two thorns and what she knows
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
She growled at the moon (He muffled: I stole the lonely thrown)
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
She wore her blouse plenty, two thorns and what she owned!
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
Now lifeless though pretty from a one man's code
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
Her body now helpless her senses gone cold as a stone
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
Her mamma now aches where her baby once glowed
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
She once growled at her moon now empty with no sound
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
Now covered with leaf of blankets whitely colored as a ghost
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
The moral of any story is don't believe in what they show
Sleepless hearts on Juneberry Road
Desire is always empty with a love for the snow