Wind up Toys

Left up alone in the attic
 With the crucified picture of Christ
 There was blood on his hands
 And a memory from those he enticed
 The wind up ballerina dances
 To a tune I've heard a thousand times
 But all I've got to keep me sane is her old chimes
 Now and then
 I'll wind her up again
 I'll push her hair
 She likes it when I'm there
 Wind up toys
 Wind up toys
 Wind up toys
 I've yet to see a day of sunlight
 I guess they don't want me around
 It's just me and Jesus and a gentle playing sound
 Little drumming soldier drumming
 And a carousel that sings and glows
 When I'll be set free nobody knows
 
 Now and then
 I'll wind her up again
 I'll push her hair
 She likes it when I'm there
 Wind up toys
 Wind up toys
 Wind up toys
 I'd like to go downstairs
 But it seems nobody cares
 I'd like to see the blue sky
 And the clouds that pass on by
 I'm trapped within my cell
 With Jesus here as well
 But I hear that wood latch good
 If I had a match I would