Heads In the Street
There is a line being drawn in the sand
try to understand
Many equate logic for fear
I shed a single tear to numb the pain
We each are given a voice with a choice
many insist on lust instead of love
Other's just push things under the rug
eyes, faces & traces
Burning the midnight oil
when will this harvest begin to boil
Shadows break apart upon the morning dew
we have bitten off far more then we could chew
solace, humility & sullen brevity
Marching orders have been given
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
Trump is in office a new political swing
As the eagle fly's throughout the sky
to send a tender wish or a soft reply
Let us look above to the heavenly love
shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow
The time for change is now
a call is going out onto the nation
Hearts to unfold their dream episode
become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
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