The Easter Eggs On The Hill

Old dusty pictures of nothing

Create dust in the sky,

For all old memories fade

And new ones begin...

I see a man and his wife

Kissing the day away

And the lonely car on the road

Is getting plenty of sunshine

The day is going smoothly

And the teacups are faltering...

Is there ever such thing

As childhood love anymore?

I see the roads fading

And my heart feels lost,

And those Easter eggs on the road

Will soon be on the hill

For God shall resurrect them!

And all will be safe again,

And these roses of tales

Will soon be revealed,

And no one shall disrespect them

again!

For it is all beauty

Followed by profound resentment

And the shadows of sin

shall dance...

For Easter is here,

And there is a resurrection!

And it is happening

In front of our faces...

And roses live to be eighty years old

And dirt lasts a lifetime,

And humans are the Easter eggs

on the hill.

America is at a total loss

And who is one's profound boss?

For the beauty of resentment is here,

Behold the Easter eggs on the hill!