Darkness At Noon
All alone in my room
drapes back shrouded in black pondering doom at noon
what would the angels do if they knew
can they read my thoughts
if so maybe I should not have thought
I know that he can read my thoughts and even prevent my plight
to take flight tonight
he will grant all the right to come if they just believe
all the faith it takes is the size of a mustard seed
I know that sience "says" that if you can't see it then you don't beleive in it
to my fellow man I say try to turn your back on him after you have believed
then you will feel his wrath with litter scattered on you path
he can be cruel and he can be kind
the choice is yours to make
what ever you choice just remember that you had a voice
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