Prisoner
Scream
A
prisoner in this house condemned for incompetence
Why’d you
break the social mold without conscience?
Can’t
they see the scratches and strikes of trying to get out?
How often
my faith has been broken, now I’m a token too confused to shout
Am I
being tested or is this really an atheist reality?
Imprisoned
by determined fate to fail at every gate
Faith is
easy when you’re in the speakeasy
Atheism
an easy ism when you’re feeling proud and are young
Then
comes the dusk and I see the coming night
I look
down and I’m on a beam of light unable to discern where’s the side of right
Crisis of
mine, I can’t lean because I’m that prisoner not seen
So change
or shift, no matter how I twist, I can only dream
But I
yearn to get out finding my moon in this dark
To see
the stars twinkle with happiness in my heart
Alas not
yet and it feels like forever
So long
have I been caught, I can’t even remember what it’s like to be tender
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