Gentle Nature
Gentle Nature
Gentle nature
blessed and cursed
how am I going to survive in the dog eat dog
much longer
They tell me that I am to high
in a world that's to low
and I'm just trying to make a living for my family
and for the children of tomorrow
and O' how I pray
that they live in a world less dark
than the one we live in today
where love is hard
and human compassion lurks so far away
from our cities of thought
and the outside crushes our spirit to death
as the little ones look for God
in a world that's lost and gasping for breath
dumb, deaf, and blind
like some kind of spiritual land of the dead
the children’s eyes so big and bright
full of hope and love for their moms and dads
wobbling as they walk
smiling, because their glad
to be alive
such a shame
that the world will soon steal their innocence
O' child
know that the world plans to lead you away from God
and all that we put forth
is but the seeds of future thoughts
take my advice and don't wander to far
away from the word of God and his law
we ride white, red, black, and pale
false religion, war, death, and hell
while wearing sixes with pride
and to wealthy wolves we tithe
on the inside
and on the outside
ride ride ride
and forget the words of the Lord
that said if you have give to the poor
as if we don't know the price we'll have to pay
if these words go ignored
because we prefer a world that's on fire
broken and torn
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009
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