There are things that need to be said and things that we need to face. It's not easy, but then again, what is?
be still
A song from the '90's that has never faded,
Because it's seen every day,
'These are the days of the open hand,
They will not be the last,
Look around now,
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers,
These are the days hungry man,
Whose place is in the past,
Hand in hand,
With ignorance and legitimate excuses,
The rich declares themselves poor,
And most of us are not sure,
If they have too much,
But we'll take our chances,
'Cause God stopped keeping score,
I guess somewhere along the way,
He must of let us all out to play,
Turned his back,
And all God's children crept out the back door,
And it's hard to love,
There so much to hate,
Hanging on to hope,
When there is no hope to speak of,
And the wounded skies above,
Says it's much, too much, too late,
Well maybe we should all be praying for time,'
It's long and painful to see,
That's we we choose to avoid,
And everytime we turn, we lose,
Just a little more ground,
When depends upon you,
Lose or give all,
Don't forget patience and caution, too,
People speak to you in fear,
Because the greatest money maker,
Has and always will be fear,
"Do this or else",
Anything that could be done to strip faith,
But rest assure,
The truest cause to be lead and followed,
Are the ones born from the faith and understand,
By the many down to the one,
I say to you, be still,
To think before you state,
Who you are and what you will do,
A balloon is made to either deflate or explode,
But it all depends on how you pump it,
And how you care for it,
So how is anything else any different?,
This is what common sense teaches,
So sad when the wrong things takes the best of you,
So be still,
The problem will and might already have been solved,
And if not, you must take time, patience and caution,
Solutions cannot always be made through a drive-thru,
Especially the ones that matter the most,
I hope this helps you in these times,
Don't forget what you've learned and knew all along,
Let me finish this with the final verse of this song,
These are the days of the empty hand,
Oh you hold on to what you can,
And charity, is a coat you wear, twice a year,
This is year of the guilty man,
Your television takes the stand,
And you find,
That what was over there,
Is over here,
So you scream from behind your door,
Say 'what's mine is mine, and not yours',
I may have too much,
But I'll take my chances,
'Cause God stopped keeping score,
And you cling to the things they sold you,
Did you cover your eyes when they told you,
That he can't come back,
'Cause he has no children, to come back for,
It's hard to love,
There's so much to hate,
Hanging on to hope,
Where there is no hope to speak of,
And the wounded skies above,
Says it's much too late,
So maybe we should all be praying for time,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2008-09-19 at 17:37
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