Sunday, November 18, 2012

In Case Of Emergency Break Heart

Would you rather be, should you have the choice;
A saint in a cathedral, singing praises unto God
Or would you like to be, a king of the high streets
Sweeping out the gutters on that straight and narrow road?

Don't look at me like that.

I hear that God bottles every one of our tears
He hears us when we call to him, when we say our prayers
I understand his wrath, his judgments, and that he doesn't change
On the just and unjust both he'll forever make it rain.

But I guess I just don't understand
What it is that makes a man.

Cause God bent down and he formed Adam from the earth
He breathed in deep and exhaled into him
Gave him a world that few would dare believe
And Adam like a man followed his God given Eve

Don't look at me like that.
It makes it hard for me to stand.
And I guess I just don't understand.
What it is that makes a man.

Cause it's hard to deny, you're the apple of my eye
And that sometimes the truth is less appealing than the lie.


Anonymous said...

Lies kill the butterflies that lead us in the direction of our dreams

Anthony said...

Great poem...