In my distress
I called to the LORD;
I called out to my GOD.
From his temple
he heard my voice;
my cry came to his ears.
~ 2 Samuel 22
I called to the LORD;
I called out to my GOD.
From his temple
he heard my voice;
my cry came to his ears.
~ 2 Samuel 22
I bless you madly,
sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly,
Just in time,
at times,
I guess
Because of you
I need to rest
Because it's you
that sets the test
So much has gone
and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear
The Thinker sits alone
growing older
And so bitter
"I gave Them life
I gave Them all
They drained
my very soul
...dry
I crushed my heart
to ease Their pains
No thought for me
remains there
Nothing can They spare
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts
to be free?
Words of strength and care
and sympathy
I opened doors
that would have blocked Their way
I braved Their cause to guide,
for little pay
I ravaged at my finance
just for Those
Those whose claims
were steeped in peace,
tranquility
Those who said a new world,
new ways ever free
Those whose promises stretched
in hope and grace for me"
I bless you madly,
sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly,
just in time,
at times, I guess
Because of you
I need to rest, oh yes
Because it's you
that sets the test
So much has gone
and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream,
where all is God
and God is just a word
"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had
Not of the best of men, but Ours...
We used him
We let him use his powers
We let him fill Our needs
Now We are strong
And the road is coming to its end
Now the damned
have no time to make amends
No purse of token fortune
stands in Our way
The silent guns of love
will blast the sky
We broke the ruptured structure
built of age
Our weapons
were the tongues of crying rage
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers
Sons of dirt
Infiltrated business cesspools
Hating through Our sleeves
Yea,
and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor
on slogans such as
'Wish You Could Hear'
'Love Is All We Need'
'Kick Out The Jams'
'Kick Out Your Mother'
'Cut Up Your Friend'
'Screw Up Your Brother
or He'll Get You In the End'
And We Know the Flag of Love
is from Above
And We Can Force You to Be Free
And We Can Force You to Believe"
And I close my eyes
and tighten up my brain
For I once read a book
in which the lovers were slain
For they knew not the words
of the Free States' refrain
It said:
"I believe in the Power of Good
I Believe in the State of Love
I Will Fight
For the Right to be Right
I Will Kill
for the Good of the Fight
for the Right to be Right"
And I open my eyes to look around
And I see a child laid slain
on the ground
As a love machine lumbers
through desolation rows
Ploughing down man, woman,
listening to its command
But not hearing anymore
Not hearing anymore
Just the shrieks from the old rich
And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls 'Now'
And I want to Believe
That a light's shining through
Somehow
And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
Oh, We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
Live
Live
Live
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