When a gift becomes a wound

When a Gift Becomes a Wound, Ray Scott Oh, Shayna-Dee, she was Fergie’s friend Her sister is a veterinarian Lost her 40 grand ring in a horse’s ass At Easter Sunday mass, she prays for it to pass Howie headed off to Hamilton 20 years ago to serve troubled children Got married, divorced and lost his mind Cried all the way home, his minds’ still robbin’ him blind When a gift becomes a wound When a strength becomes a weakness When all the love we give winds up begin’ for forgiveness When a perfect plan turns out to be cyclone funhouse mirrors When the sun and moon are playin’ chicken along the equator There’s a starving vegan pantomime caught talkin’ with his mouth full Barista Brie, she makes him leave while protesting and muzzled Lunette she’s a figure skating instructor She used to tour Europe till she had a little daughter Baby girl ran away when her dream was not her mothers’ Now she finds a home with the coach’s maid of honor Roy’s a writer at heart and an artist in his soul Deliverin’ hydro bills to published authors door to door Head is in the clouds as he walks on Wendys’ lawn But her Wirehaired Pointing Griffons turn a daydream to a Cujo nightmare terror before long That’s when a gift becomes a wound And a strength becomes a weakness When security becomes a secure facility When contemplation turns into indecision Bright ideas become just too silly When a gift becomes a wound And a strength becomes a weakness When gestures that were granted are taken for granted When the giver’s always left there, standing empty handed Home is where the heart is but it’s the landlords’ planet