Lord I pray to spill my heart
upon this tile floor
that has been laid out in front of me
which blockades me from this door
This door of my bliss
Where I once was adored
yet leaving I have created
this wretched tile floor
This floor of my demise
in which I loath and despise
and it mocks me and my despair
with bitter coldness in it's eyes
Lord if I to spill my heart
upon this wretched tile floor
I feel as I'm capable
of sliding towards this door
Worries will be vanquished
The floor had been washed
with the blood of my heart
each tile to be tossed
The door shall be unlocked
and I will walk in
and be with my sweet daydream
never to leave again
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