Let me spin you all a story bout the sinner and the saint

Because happiness and sunshine in this world there ****** ain't

So the party and the running form are problems is the paint

On the tapestry In limbo were the gods and man embrace

In our land of independence we still fail to contemplate

That there's a ripple in the water radiating form the date

That you stepped into this world and began to find your place

But I digress my minds a mess

And making sense of all the rest

Has been a chore but I feel blessed  

So just ignore the ranting stress

His name is John and so is mine

For several years are lives entwined

He had no roof I had one spare

I scooped him up and put him there

He started off tried to improve

But he still had the need to use

His drug of choice a moral vice

Not a nihilist's first word choice

But man it fit him like a glove

We did our best to show him love

But it was pain that brought him here

So love to him was cash and drugs

That's not to say he didn't care  

He felt like crap he so bad it scared him

Maybe if he had a mother

She was there but 6 feet under

Same addiction kept her smothered

Not a drug, not one but many

Gravity just felt so heavy  

Anything to ease the weight

Until the day she couldn't take

All the love that she couldn't make

Never said bye to her husband and her son

Just coped out and left this place

So coming home one day from school

Cuz fates a ***** and life is cruel

He found his mom laying there dead

He shook her arm and slapped her head

She wouldn't wake but in her place

Were left the words she couldn't say

Like a tragedy incarnate god knows no one won that day

But he went on

His dad a wreck

He tried to scoop up the hole mess

And put the peace's back together

But I guess is dad was next

He talked A lot about his father

How he taught him all he knew

And how he hated that he left him

How he should have just puled through

What ever happened next

The peace's of his life turned to dust

There was no more need for tape

It blew away with just a gust

Alone and scared beyond repair   

Hopping one day not to care

And even though he keeps on living

You cant live never admitting

What he did he did the best

H and ***, ******* and ****

But when he picked up a guitar

His pain was clear beyond the eye

It filed the room

With sorrowed gloom that Erebus could not deny

But this was real not angst but fear

When yesterday was never here

Maybe he'd Play a song of cheer

If one day death brought peace to all men

And even now on present day

His sins are ghosts and sades of days went

But he was safe at least wile here

Tucked in my arm stead fast was kept well

God nor man could best me here

Because no strength was left we both fell

Like bullets, in bile the drugs were expelled  

In pain none see, not here, not in hell

We keep him up, we knew that he'd drowned

If life was left to keep him down

And so he moved on inch by inch

He kept in stride with every pitch

And of his life he makes the best

He's back in school, passing life's tests

I think one day he'll know there's time left

A saint of men still marching on

And I am blessed to sing his song

But who's the sinner here you coo

The same that made this world of blue

There was a time when seeing you made rainy days seem fond

But now I never feel that way I guess its kind of odd

How fast a burning passion can be reduced to soot and pond

when the one you loved ***** every guy you know and than looks down on you like a sick dog when she finds out from your best friend you had considered buying her a ring if **** ever got real

I can think of no one I would like to un-**** more than you and I have never lost so much faith in humanity because of one persons actions before today

See sky, fell pain

See smiles, fell pain

In the love of young lovers

In the beauty of rain

So alone, so uncovered

So longing, yet smothered

Inside you yet lonely

I'm chronically only

****** sorry for the worry

Better go now in a hurry

Never knew you had a man

I guess him here had not been planed

Thanks for the night and you're husbands wine

Apart from the fright babe all good times

So give me a ring and we can do it again

Or if you prefer we can just be friends

there's a man on a chair in top of a tower

and he sits and he waits as the bricks turn to powder

and he's waiting for a time when its safe to come down

his life and his mind resonates with the sound

of the people blasted people with there hate and there fear

telling him the his brilliance is the devils ways quite clear

and they chase him and they tell him that he'll never get away

but he's hiding in the tower and he needs to find a way

and the chalk on the floor from the equations wiped in vain

make a circle round the tower and it keeps the crowed at bay

so he works to find a meaning and he needs another wake

but the message is priori and the morel is at stake

so he toils on the formula to silence sin and saint

he must prove that there is nothing so that he can see the fate

and as he does the sounds of screaming up and deafen to a raise

and he proves the world is nothing but wave in mind of sage

and he makes a few revisions to the book and sines the page

it was done and he concluded that the world will cleanse in blaze

and proclaims let there be light and then book burns in to place

and to find out what's in side it is the challenge that we face

laughing backward the inward shout
taken it back and I regret I let it out
maybe not a problem but I'm runnin for the south
and sneakin out the back door wish I had another rout
I see the clouds go invert and my mind is out of doubt
because I just cant doge the blow up
when I cheat and you find out