Souldier

There is art in madness Brushstrokes on faces And gold in men’s hands There is horror in masses Greed in classes And tears in blinded eyes There is wrong in doing right Fear in willing to fight And shame alone at night There is harm in questioning Pride in reckoning And disappointment on Sunday morn Verily as I fall Inside of me I call Still waiting for an answer I seek the knowledge of truth Knowing that there’s no use Locked in this earthly cage I wish to believe as a fool Deny the mortal rules And gain gifts of the spirit again To learn it’s not in the works Or in the pages of books But hidden inside of me I must get out of my way Remember how to pray And not lie to the ones I seek Maybe my salvation And the truth of my frustration Depends on the success of the buzzers I ring To sacrifice myself To those I wish to help And abandon all that is me