Trust is a limited currency For those who have wronged us, And the wall subconsciously built In a day, can only be taken a part Brick by brick,
But those who speak For the force unheard, Only proven to exist in a feeling Or in the passed down book, I think, are given too much credit.
Speaking for that which cannot speak for itself Inherently is wrong, yet these priests We give our trust Despite the controversy They always bring up
Speaking for not the god That those sitting there Came to hear about, But speaking for those There sitting.
Swaying and advising The path they take and what direction And nodding heads, And right hands pointed to the sky Tell you nobody pays much attention.
For a priest Who preaches abstinence And practices excess On the underaged sons, Open your eyes.
That stage shouldn’t be upheld By one who sways people Against one another, But with the bible in the right context, Anything could be directed towards anyone.
Limit your currency of trust For those who prove They deserve it, The church can heal, But my, oh my, can the pasture bleat.