Scratch Remover
I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there
I held my spirit to the glass
To prove it possibler
I turned my being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the owners name
For doubt, that I should know the sound
Peace is a fiction of our faith
The bells a winter night
Bearing the neighbor out of sound
That never did alight
Slow gold but everlasting
The bullion of today
Contrasting with currency
Of immortality
Peace is a fiction of our faith
The bells a winter night
Bearing the neighbor out of sound
That never did alight