Philosophers gather
Procrastinating through chatter
saying what's the point of doing anything
when nothing matters
Still waters run deep
Talk is cheap
By flapping the tongue,
what do they hope to achieve?

Yet a word is the origin
A word can move mountains
affect emotions
and lift up another
The tongue is a rudder
Like the ****** of a dagger
is a careless word uttered
A word given must be honoured

Endless toil and strenuous work to keep the lights on bright,
only to be disappointed when you find that everyone has light
Looking for something rarer you go on a quest of plight
Dig through soil straight to the core and find a treasure you might
Only to have thieves come in and steal it in the night,
so you mound defences build up walls and equip yourself to fight
Then you see with stones attached you're like a bird that cannot take flight
and like a dog the colours fade you only see black and white
Though they try to take your life completely out of spite,
there's something they cannot steal from you that's hidden from all sight,
to take your love they don't know how because they have no right
and though they howl and bark at you they really have no bite.

Go ahead and make your mark, the flame is already sparked
Gather with the other fires or go out in the dark

When you run from other people you're giving into sin
Because you ran from other souls your light is going dim

Seek forgiveness while there's time the hour's getting late
The people God put in your life are all tied to your fate

Turn from sin and turn from evil but pray for a soul's remission
No one has authority to hurt a soul without the LORD's permission

When the end of the earth comes, death will take all children of eve
But a spirit will breathe life into the graves and grant good souls reprieve

A new beginning will unfold for those who held their heads high
They will shine like the sun and spread their wings across the sky

But those who always ran from truth will learn they are unfit
Though they try to run again they fall into a pit

I don't mean to delve too far into the past
though sometimes I can't help myself
I remember a time quite long ago
when I was just a little boy
I wore a happy smile and bow
and was still so full of joy
I wasn't afraid of my own shadow
Trauma hadn't yet struck its blow

Then I waved those times goodbye
In exchange for what and why?
My mistakes make me shake
I cannot sleep, I lie awake
All my recent memories are of groaning
not exploring, but preserving

Nowadays I know too much
and do too little, I'm out of touch
bad memories have me petrified
I sleep with one eye open wide
Hand in bowl, spoon to mouth
I eat to make the pain abide
all I want do is hide
but I cannot let this slide

It stops me in my tracks
and gives me panic attacks
Darkness on my mind
keeps me in a bind
I'm not one of those people who
sees no evil, hears no evil
I feel evil
and am a target of the devil
The snake begins to rattle
Signals for a battle
It wants to eat up my resolve
Devour me like cattle
I don't expect applause
when fighting for my cause
I'm only trying to save myself
the way it always was
I failed everyone I love
and blamed everyone I hate
consumed revenge all I could
yet it would not satiate
I hope it's not too late
to change this gruelling fate
Those I love are gone
all I can do now is wait

This world is insanity
Their invention of gravity
It keeps you down
Until you bow to the ground
You're living a lie
They made you jump through hoops
But deep down inside
You know you can fly
And shatter the sky
But then you could never
Look back to say bye
How vain is the vanity
Of running in circles
Where pitfalls abound
Only to trip on a mound
You can walk on water
With faith you won't drown
You can do anything you desire
You don't have to frown
This envious society
That feasts upon piety
And fear - you know it's unsound
Yet you keep going round
And around and around
You worked all your life
By the sweat of your brow
You deserve finest garment
Yet prefer to be bound

There's not much to do
except take a curse
and make it better
I'll get better
Be a trend setter
and keep my word
to the letter
I keep hurting myself
Forsaking what's sure
in favour of
bad inner chatter
I want to be kind
Swearing or blessing
I'm choosing the latter
My tongue is a rudder
Steers the body
like a ship
I haven't forgotten her
If my words will be pure
then my blessing is sure
In saying what's good
I'm finding a cure