Wednesday, January 31, 2007

LEFT BEHIND

A mirror watching my figure and the noise in my nose
The dancer walking with a twisted spine
While the blind preacher
Long for God to send a miracle
A mother watches as her old man withers into smaller babies
A lover dies as she is stoned by her mistrust
I stand here watching as everything around me
Spits out chaos
Who is this devil trying to steal my angel away from me?
Mother nature tortures those who have forsaken her
I walk with my hand in my mouth
‘Cause I spoke too fast too soon
I am torn into little threads
‘Cause I lied about my love to my lover
This desert that was becoming my domain
Is starting to annoy me to death.
Listen to that song as it whispers to your soul
Great divine
Great divine
Make me walk with you in this shining light
That is now my salvation

1 comment:

Etta said...

I WILL BE STONED BY MY MISTRUST.
WELL SAID!