A dreamer believes the world is sainted
a school of thought most antiquated
For when i gaze upon the earth
the hallowed ground our lord did birth
I see with great sorrow the weakness of man
As we constantly doubt our god and his plan
Our lives are filled, with such noise and clatter
We cherish our trinkets which truly don't matter
We disregard our faith in the lord our savior
until we are destitute and require a favor
This dreamer's not perfect nor can anyone be
We all have our struggles, especially me
I question myself why the innocent must suffer
but to question is easy, and faith is much tougher
February 22, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment