Accusition, ammunition, the throttle that reveals the heart.
Excuses, denials, the force that pumps the change and delays the start.
It’s the rowdy roundup that echoes goodbye to the pure, good, and lovely
And the heart pounding, mind racing welcome to your self- acclaimed high and mighty
The door to life has been closed, sealed and painted black,
It blends in with the world, guess you don’t know you’re under attack.
So scramble for those seeds of the earth, the smoke of the soul, and the drops of addiction
You will settle for the lost and think you’re found, for lies will be your conviction
Laugh and play, pretend you’re okay,
“Finally I’m free, that’s what you say.”
Cry and weep, into the shadows of the deep,
Numb away the pride, the pain, and even the control.
But hey, who needs control?
Perhaps Lord it’s time to come back into my soul.
My Heart Sings Hallelujah 