Dangerous Times
It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice
like John the Baptist
The word love is lost in translation
Where do I find the time to say
I love you
I don’t know why I don’t… I hesitate
Love is sacrifice nothing else
There are no easy answers
I don’t know where I’m going
Will you drive my car
We’ll go on a road trip through my life
I will be your passenger
It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice
like John the Baptist
It is a difficult thing to tell the world
It has four flat tires and your driver is drunk
Frank Black Blacharczyk
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