The evil that men do
represents
presents this depression
even my tears are crying

Hand held in defiance
the best approaches silently
no discussion
yet
still I can't understand
his direction
left/right

Above is my hope
below are my meds
my strength
for I look to the hills
from which cometh my strength for
my strenght cometh from the Lord

As I grope through the mist
on this early morn
the floors beneath my feet disappears
Shouting so loud in my silence
"Ok God, you can show up now!!!
but then I said,'Oh, ok, but would you please send one of your boys?
and he did, and we both wepted until my all sound stopped.

Senseless
Illrevocable
Etched in time
Thou shall not

Passing the morror inthe hall
a sad face I see
and I asked her
Will you ever be free?