Our Father's Chair

Close your mouth thin man, there is no more you can say

But take my hand as you try and find your way

There is no cold anymore that will chill your brittle bones

Only warmth will forever hold you, as if in my arms while i fever

And if this sickness of mine is enough i will carry you in my arms forever

And I will smile when you smile

And I will cry when you cry

And I will scream when you scream

I will share with the world your thoughts in your head

Please close your mouth thin man

I can hear when no words are spoken clearly

My soul is of your soul and we are bound that way, dearly

Rest now thin man in my arms whilst I fever

I will sweat your tears 

And they will shine and glisten for all to see

Close your mouth thin man, rest now thin man, sleep now thin man

And in my arms you will always be, endlessly near me

(for my Father)