words do not heal the broken hearted,

earth burning, a new page turning,wont shut their eyes, wont buy the lies.midnite to dawn, something’s going on.men with guns decide who’s right or wrong.the weak are just the victims of the strong.too many strangers walking home alone….despair wearing faces, human traces,houses empty, homeless cities.suicides, lonliness hides,no connection, no direction.midnite to dawn, something’s going on.men…

you dont care cause you dont feel.blackened faces, disappear without traces,while you take what you can steal.fallen dictators, well armed haters,you propped up and took down.call it democracy, i call it hypocrisy!you’ve lost what cant be found!why’s the truth so hard to find?feels like the blind leading the blind.just give us shelter, and peace of…

for every family that’s homeless,for every drug addict without hope,for every soldier fightingin an unholy warfor every immigrantfighting for a chance,for every prisonerthat becomes a victimof the system.for every victimof violent crimes.for every husband and wifewho cant find their way,and give up and walk away.for every child with a disabilitythat doesnt get a fair chance.for…

put on your best clothes,picked up your Bible,got in your car anddrove to church…looking for Jesus…went to Sunday School,said a coupla prayers,listened to the preacher,sang a coupla hymns,made an offering…looking for Jesus…shook hands, patted backs,jumped in your carto hurry home…passed an old blind manin dirty clothesstanding on the corner…pulled in the drive…looking for Jesus…you just…

has to be willingto walk that path,to be crucified,for your own sins,as well as the sinsof the world!this involves aconscious decision…to take responsibility,for yourself,and for others!it is not somethingdone long agoto be remembered.it is now, the choice is now!only then,will resurrection occur!

every page turned betrays the last,no footprints left on stone!even crows curse the coming storm,the pilgrim trudges snowbound fields.memory dimmed by time and ghosts,sacrificed to the need for sin!be that your body?clothed in naked heat…or the intimate beckoning of death?am i then the spring that never came,that you buried by autumn’s door?the sticky guilt of…