Pot Belly

Antsy and tired

All of the time

Pot belly

Where no baby should be

Going on only what was said

Always misinterpreting

And a football game

Is win or lose

To some it’s live or die

I see now what it is to be

I see now what it means to fly

Don’t know how the cherubs turned to demons

But just as quickly they took the right form

I never wanted these angels to be demons

I see now that limits end with heights

And now, all I want is to be alright

Don’t care about being right

Right now all I want is to be alright

By you

And who knows why

I prefer things better broken and frayed

Don’t want to be a symbol for why our God

Allowed me to be made

Yeah, cause what I have hurts

Oh well

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