Heads In the Street

There is a line being drawn in the sand try to understand Many equate logic for fear I shed a single tear to numb the pain We each are given a voice with a choice many insist on lust instead of love Other's just push things under the rug eyes, faces & traces Burning the midnight oil when will this harvest begin to boil Shadows break apart upon the morning dew we have bitten off far more then we could chew solace, humility & sullen brevity Marching orders have been given Satan's laughing spreads his wings Trump is in office a new political swing As the eagle fly's throughout the sky to send a tender wish or a soft reply Let us look above to the heavenly love shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow The time for change is now a call is going out onto the nation Hearts to unfold their dream episode become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need