It seems as if the deepness of my open wound heart that leaks tears of love and pain are all too much for the ears of someone who hasn’t learned to see.
Oh, let me not confuse you as their eyes have been opened to some degree but maybe in times of weakness and death or awakening out of a long dream.
Mahadeva Mahadeva Mahadeva Mahadeva rings throughout the vibrating walls of small city caverns.
Lies are spread across some faces while others are turned to disappointment and those who live above the pendulum scream and shout, dance and sing Mahadeva Mahadeva Mahadeva.
Oh, how the pendulum swings. The ebb and flow. The yeses and noes. How we dance among one another as if one doesn’t have a knife and the other pretends to know.
I dare spoke words beyond thought and in turn was faced with walls built to protect delicate minds; How dare I.
Oh, how the pendulum swings.
The best I can do is offer a look as a hand has seemed too much these days and those who usually grab it end up taking you down with them anyways.
I refuse to let those I love fall.
So I, within the darkness of the crowd; ebb and flow, yes and no, I bow, I smile, I pat, shake, hand, grab, hug;
Om Namah Shivaya Om Namah Shivaya Om Namah Shivaya
Like Maa, drinking the sin that lingers in the air.
I’ll save you, I’ll save you. Fear not. I’ll save you.
Mahadeva Mahadeva Mahadeva