The Ground Never Quite Touches the Sky... But We Try

This song began in Paint.  I've been reading two blogs, The Olive Library and 101 Bird Tales, and was inspired towards some cute art.  When swiping the canvas with green and blue for ground and sky, I realized that I couldn't make the sky meet the grass without ruining the quaint blades left by the paintbrush.  I titled the painting "the ground never quite touches the sky."

David saw the picture and wanted it for his album cover. 

The song is about a little boy who can't smile normally, never quite sure what his face looks like.  The little boy is, of course, based on David, who has Asperger's Syndrome.  He ends up baring his teeth like a little animal, which prevents him from making friends at school and invites their animosity.  It's the first draft, so be nice.

"The Ground Never Quite Touches the Sky"
Half-Hearted Elephant

There is a boy who doesn't quite know how to smile.  He practices in the mirror when he brushes his teeth, wearing the newspaper crown him mom cut for him because the scissors are mean to his fingers.  His mouth is a little castle and he is the king.  They explain that smiling is showing your teeth.  In the bathroom he brushes them until they bleed.  Orange spit in the trashcan.  He bares and he bears on the playground where he can't make friends.  And his two sisters knock on the door.  Their iron is burning.  His cheeks balloon, his gums gleam.  He bites his lip and bites his lip in the schoolyard where he can't make friends.  The mechanics of smiling are elusive again.  The white flags of friendship don't look like a grin.  He doesn't know why he can't get it right just like the ground never quite touches the sky.  But we try.  But we try.  But we try.  But we try and we try.  But we try.  But we try.  But we try.  We try and try.