Bottled Up

All Praise Yahweh Ben Yahweh and Father Yahweh!

Such a ball of emotions

Conscious is unstable

Never been one to speak

Never moved much in the cradle

A hug can heal wounds 

But not many were given

This is why healing isn't 

All that much envisioned

But if the bottle opened 

Maybe a new leaf can be turned

Maybe this sorrowful soul

Can finally be heard