Heal his mind, quiet his heartache
His fences have been mended
He just doesn't know it
for the reality that he preceives
is what sets his tone
His dreams have taken a new form
Teach him to understand, it's part of the plan
that the bad root has been plucked out, like a blade
It's o.k. to stay in this house that He's made
It's not incomplete, in fact it's been saved
For She no longer is the thorn
The rose is still as sweet
It's healthy and thriving and the little ones are under his feet
His dreams have taken on a new form
He just doesn't recognize her shape
Life's really turning out great
Just teach him to accept his fate
