Rock show
lights down low
people don't know
how deep the rabbit hole goes
Raging voice
his life's his choice
pushing his noise
in front of little girls and boys
Gentle crooner to deadly scream
no studio behind you
no need to stop you
didn't realize your words
were death
didn't catch on
you hated so much
the very thing that came to save you
but you wouldn't know
and never will,
just keep bringing blind people to hell
I can't stand for it
I can admire your voice
but I won't listen anymore to your words that kill
I'm ready to be your answer
and you won't agree
you won't even see me
till the end
ill fated friend
we'll look across at each other
giant divide
and I'll wish, like I do now
that I could bring you water
but you pissed in the stream
and this life, not what it seems
will come crashing down
and we just hope to make it out alive.
God, I pray
that you would save
those who love you, serve you
I choose to obey.
1 comment:
wow, i was hoping you would write about the rock show, but i never expected this! sounds like you were disappointed... in his soul's state... can't wait to talk to you more about it. pray for him. i will too.
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