Belief
A braver man than I once said,
He feared for my eternal soul!
Courage from my heart has fled,
As I see I'm growing old!
A wiser man might speculate,
That the aged are buffoons!
But stupid here might contemplate,
That the end is coming soon!
Eternal flames that lick my flesh,
Is the fairest price to pay?
Of course, redemption, could be on the cards,
If I pray and pray all day!
Stand up the man whose innocent,
And cast the first hard stone.
My god who is omnipotent,
Will strike him down at home!
An aging man is better off,
To plead insanity.
You never gave me any proof,
So I’ll get away Scot free!
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2009
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