Center Field
Morning breaks with mad men opening and slamming car doors, while Jerusalem stand solemnly at the door and morning greets me with a woeful brawl, but I stood tall. The skies were foaming above me but something special was waiting for me. Listen to the tune of the country men and get ready for the next leg of the journey; everything that you want to know you will find at the center of the show.
The market is standing strong, but the people are moving away from the land, they are going to places where they can make some money and be happy. Some are taking charter flights and moving out in the dead heat of the night. The avenue is clean and many people are happy to escape from the turbulent scene. Pump some $$$ into it and you will be spared from falling into the precipice; all you need is a one hundred billionaires to invest in the stocks that will give you the shares; shift to the center stage it safest place to be and your heart will be free.
I stood in the center of the field, to have a glimpse of what life should be, but the rain come pouring down soaking the field and saturating the ground. I search for a comfortable spot to stand as water come pouring down the field forcing us to get a motorboat to move the people out.
Life is centered on the field, and you must take courage for it is real. Sometimes I can hear the mountains shouts and I look to see if someone is coming out, but it is the same faces you see walking across the field, and when the sun comes out the heavens began to shout and I am forced to find another way out.
Oh, if the clock to roll back in time and the dead rise up from the ground; the truth would open in front of you and the universe would adore you. Cover me under your wings and let the angels sing; come with me to the square and let me show you something that is not there. You gather at nights and you ride the big bus, searching all over the place for me with the hope to set you free. But here I am in the street with dirt all over me and you stare at me as if you don’t know what life should be.
Take me to center field and let us keep it real, open the field and hold your base for a miracle awaits you at the gate. The building blocks are strong and you must play as if iron is in your hand, let the clouds roll before you and the angels will guide you.
Centre field is a comfortable place to be
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