I find my mind goes to the times
And those times make me sad
When someone arrives at their prime
But never makes it past

The circumstance and reason at
Isn’t always clear
I just know those left alone
Wish they were still here

They hang around a minute
And in a second gone
Some might say they got in the way
When death sang its swan song

Life isn’t always easy
In fact it’s most times cruel
In the way it tends to play
When making its own rules

You never know the way things go
With the roll of the dice
Or who is next to play the hand
Of cut down in their prime

People spend a lifetime
Searching for the truth
Still along the way they're afraid to face
The choices they must choose

It's easier to sit for a lie
Than to stand for your convictions
While over time they tend to find
There's always something missing

They follow along with this fallen world
Down the pathway of destruction
Whatever they hear that tickles their ears
In the moment of deception

If it feels right, they cling on tight
Without a second thought
Too hurried to even worry
How it will all work out

In the spending of a lifetime
Searching for the truth
Where along the way they're afraid to change
With the choices they must choose

Some view the world
As a math equation
Where nothing seems to ever add up
Or a nursery rhyme
With child misbehaving
Fresh out of the stories of love

Some view the world
Like a picture puzzle
That seems to be missing a piece
Or a night on the town
When drinking doubles
Brings no relief to the daily heat

Some view the world
Like they're stock car racing
An endless going of round and round
Or a lost treasure of gold
That finds men craving
Where the degree of greed is never in doubt

This seems to be what the world is about...

Have we become a Nation
That has suddenly gone blind
With the handouts we keep taking
Every bitter bite
Of their excuses
Mixed with half-truths and lies
Where went our senses
And the sight to our eyes

Have we become a Nation
That can no longer hear
The many words of warning
Coming in so clear
Is it the boy who cried wolf
Or chicken little far off somewhere
Have we heard it so many times
That we no longer care

Have we become a Nation
That has lost the ability to taste
The trash they are feeding
Straight to our face
Whether it is fried
Raw, broiled, or baked
A lie is still a lie
Now matter where on the plate it's placed

Have we become a Nation
That has lost our touch
We used to know pure evil
And called it out as such
Now the best we can do
Is put on a good front
Then wash our hands of the problems
While we all stay out to lunch

Have we become a Nation
That has lost our sense of smell
Something here is rotten
As we struggle to tell
What in the world could it be
And how can we be helped
To come to our senses
Before it all goes to hell

These are the days
Of the Great Divide
One says they're wrong
While the other says they're right
With a passion that burns
Hot on both sides
On this hill they've made the deal
Where they're all willing to die

To turn a few heads
They lay out the facts
On what they are fed
What others have said
All hurried along
With not much time left
Before this game of craps
Loses all bets

The Great Divide
Moves right along
Both can't be right
But both could be wrong
May not have our backs
But put on a good front
What both sides are missing
Is brotherly love

I've made it past adolescence
Years and then beyond
Into a personal goal of mine
Far too old now to die young

Not one to admit that I'd ever go back
And relive it all again
No need to think twice, not on your life
Once around the block is plenty my friend

Would I want to change the mistakes I made
That made me out the man I am
No second thought to whether or not
I've earned every scar I have, good or bad

On the outside of me they're quite easy to see
It's the ones deep beneath I guard
Hang around long enough they'll eventually show up
Giving glimpses of life's old school yard

From beginning to end can't say that I've been
Always on my best behavior
But one thing I can say that I'll take to my grave
Along the way I can thank my Maker

From here I'll just stick with the chances I get
Until I'm met with the great beyond
And be thankful with the days I have left
Being too old now to die young

Like a dog that returns to his *****
I continue in my sin
How badly I must want it
Time and time and time again

I hate I'm that way more often than not
Shackled like a runaway slave
I want what I don't, and I'll take the whole lot
Straight down with me into the grave

With little hope I too often go it alone
Desiring that which I lack
Chilled to the bone by a heart that's grown cold
The devil must get a good laugh over that

As I once again eat from the dumpster of sin
Not realizing what it does to my pallet
When every excuse I dare care to use
Is at its worst a word salad

I try and clean myself up then jump back in the mud
At the height of this worthless endeavor
Continuing on, getting it totally wrong
In a world, missing rungs on its ladder

I won't find the cure if not deep in the word
There simply is no doubt about it
This acceptance of sin in its own sour time will do me in
Like a dog that returns to his *****