Dark Sticky Molasses

Dark sticky molasses, you have on me been fed Now it's time to let me go free, run free And live again; believe me, I was created-for-good Though I've been duped and misunderstood. Oh, I garden thoughts dark-molasses They comfort me like a cloak of amethyst They twist a cold knife in my insides Oh Lord, I don't care for their dark vibes. Oh, I garden thoughts dark-molasses They sure aren't sweet-or-nice and much worse They leave me, my head heady drunk. Oh Lord, my heart and soul affronted. Lord, if I don't have you in my life. If I'm not blessed by-your-healing properties If I'm not blessed by-your-healing powers I'm left in these dark sticky molasses all the time. Like-a-slave-whipped at the oars about to drown Oh Lord, blow that conch seashell horn loud! Fill my lungs with eternal clean air And clear them dark clouds out of my head. Oh Lord, plot me a new course One with you where I laugh and cry With never a dry eye But always happy to nullify hurt pain with love again.