So how do U get salvation
with intake on output
Freedom is a form of  lust
u cannot see threw
Them sights them sounds
the feel of your intent
Grips me as you turn around
I feel like I won't forget

soapbox man has
measured the moments
in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and to her soapbox man is god
as she slides slowly thru the dense air of his self contained contentions
in the the small wood floor room
its freedom to her
soapbox man has come and she is here
to get her fix
of his brand of guns to subjugate the dead
and iron fist rusting in a vacant lot brand of rule
its freedom to her

echoes down the bridge road between realitys
a woman laughing in slow motion
the tread of boots on marble
oddly distorted pieces of conversation
that are appended to soapbox heroes
who preach
that those not with us are against us
and should be punished for their cruel foolishness
this is not heaven
its a place that wears the face of grace on earth
it wears the mask of memories warm and kind
its peace and freedom to her
its a lie
this is the nature of the human beast
what reality we dream is pleasing
no matter how toxic

in the the small wood floor room
she dose a wet step soft shoe little hip swing dance
to music only she and god can hear
and as time passes
and it eats from within
she falls to the floor
and crumbles to dust
a fragment of humanity
on a pergo floor
and its freedom to her

Inside the tiny flower
of my lonely soul
God planted seeds long ago
Waiting to sprout in the narrow roads
and
byways

As sorrowful rains fell upon my life
Germinating in the darkness
as it covers my soul
In forms of depression
Lined in blackness of pure gold

These seeds lie in the dark tunnels
of my soul
Slowly pushing
Pulsating my life
Struggling through the darkness
to reach a great light
As God slowly takes a seed
and brings each word to life

Digging the soil of my soul
Finding the seeds planted long ago
Turning the ground in the dark tunnels
down below
Till the seeds sprout and begin to grow

Through God's hands
my soul turns
Struggling with life
But above all I know
he is my light
Turning always turning
the soil of my life
Till I reach through the darkness
for his wonderful light.
;]

Yes I see the things iv got life
Never thought I would be wife
IV worked hard an yes iv payed my doos
But all I get is ,wouldn't like to b in ur shoes

So life goes on as if  U fade away
like to see you walk a mile my way
Its not the things id favour you to b
But if you have a mother just like me

She's one that always has out the right
So special,so strong always gives a fight
a woman that would always make a smile
My grandmother i haven't seen a while

Up there yes up in the sky I kiss
My hero is there a lady that I miss
My grandmother

Into the light I go
We watch each other so
My eyes fought dark
It pulled me back
But yet you still arrived

How to begin later
In hour time is so
It ticks n tocks it does
But yet I still stay
For time has not arrived

The light begins to sore
My eyes let me believe
The decision I make
Should it mend or break
But no,,,,its strong:D

I played the game
and I staked my heart and lost
but the game wasn't fair
with convention the cost
and you did what you thought
was right.

I knew it and yet
my heart broke
and it seems
I never forget.

Would we be parted know...
had things not been so
or did you really love me,
I'll never know.

gently plodding along I look,I wonder,I see
Something bothering,its really bothering me
I try to twist,I try to turn but life is so it seems
Yes you are my brother,my brother yes you are
But yet you still stop and look from a far

Come closer brother .................closer