John Allen Poet Ballad

A Call To Arms-Volume Two

Here comes some times that nobody wants to see.  Just sitting there watching 
there boxed in tv.  or buying some junker pretending to be HumVee.  But that isn't 
me.  I had a thought that revolved around proper unity.  Where we all stood as 
one until the problems had all gone and there was no need to put into steep 
word this domineering song.  Where did it go wrong, I walked the bible laid road 
and the journey continues on even so it is long.  

But which way to turn which way not to burn.  Is this the way that I must learn, 
which truth I should yearn for, I adore, but is it above this salt lake sea I should 
soar?  So I look to the steps that others had all traveled before.  But close my 
eyes and listen to lies, the truth was heard but hard to ignore all the homeless 
children that only need more.  But who else cares where they do not hear their 
cries streaming down mountainsides and rupturing with the bursting tides.  
Besides, we've got our homes built of clay, and to this I must say, what a dismay 
all this play has brought us today.  

Carry on, venture forth, keep heading north.  Sooner or later we'll get what we're 
worth.  And to the sigh that we must give when an angel walks by.  Hypnotize our 
lives with warnings and signs.  Read between the lines all the lambs swimming 
in the sides.  Hear a voice to make a choice what should happen after we die.  
Don't fear the fear to question the inevitable why.

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