Spider hanging by a thread
Above my head, above my bed
High above the ground
"Spider climb back up," I said,
"Or he'll be dead and she'll be bled
Seek the safety of your web"
Spider needs the juice of life
That flows in husband and in wife
Grows the seeds of tomorrow's life
Spider I don't understand
The ways of woman and of man
Consuming the juice of others whose lives end
My heart bleeds for the loss of love
My soul grieves for the dying dove
My eyes weep 'cause there's no faith above
Tear-stained cheeks of the child without love
But spiders live and spiders die
Without a tear, without a cry
For the souls of those on whom they feed
But the child's open eyes
See the light fade when one dies
The child is not spider, so he cries |
