As I pass through the shadow of neon glow,
i pray in the safety of the street light.
The Lord is my shepherd. Bizarre.
so far from home
the pasture's turning mire,
the rod and the staff, i lost long away.
I am no shepherd, i am the herd.
It's neon psalm.
Long legs, short dress.
poked needles, squashed bins.
a man, a woman, the shadow grows.
wailing sirens. Patrol or rushing aa'bulance!
It was the dark time. It is the Neon Psalm.
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