Touching this where I'll never be
in the sea of futility,
floundering for all to see
I would sink with no trace.
But there is a tranquility,
that sense of inbuilt security which
will calm and then comfort me.
Somewhere in Jerusalem, but from
some place known as a Bethlehem
men plot ****** and
there will be
mayhem.
And in a Heaven where a God might be
there'll be the Devil to pay
and poor me
with no money
at all.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
Touching this where I'll never be
in the sea of futility,
floundering for all to see
I would sink with no trace.
But there is a tranquility,
that sense of inbuilt security which
will calm and then comfort me.
Somewhere in Jerusalem, but from
some place known as a Bethlehem
men plot ****** and
there will be
mayhem.
And in a Heaven where a God might be
there'll be the Devil to pay
and poor me
with no money
at all.
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