The Day Is Done

For one full year I have been thrown in the lion`s den And the lion has been running and jumping And pulling savagely at my leg The philistines also surround me with a hidden weapon dancing beneath me And the church with all it`s hyprocrasy and white hats barking down the hill looked at me in dismay as I ran virougsly up the hill If I am hungry no one knows, if I am sick no one knows If I am sad, no one knows and when I am at peace with them They throw tissue paper in my face and called me the Devil from hell They call me names but I stand looking at them without shame If only I could get through this day, I would hold up my hands and say This is just another day. Yes this is just another day and you have to embrace it before your heart goes astray The meeting and the dealing The cheating and the underlined feelings, The signiture on top of the dollar And the hour that dosn`t look proper And when the day is done This is the place where they shout Amen Alleluia This is the place where the devil is enraged My spirit is flaming inside me And the birds are flying about me Oh what profanity, Oh what desolution when the windows of heaven breaks loose And you have no one to bend down and lace your shoes And when you cannot minister to my innate cry the earth will open its guts and penetrate all the rust with the passing of time I cannot release this welled up tears that has been watering my eyes for over one year It is the daily despositon that make me sigh and the lack of understanding that they cannot deny A gang of men and a pack of wolves speaking above their voices with no vision or insight they are just working daily for a bligh, and when the evening is done they go to bed with saw dust on their front I still cannot feel at peace here, and I will not live in fear I am going to get up and just walk out of here No finger to burn and no message to return It feels like a wilderness surrounds me And a fire is raging above me And just around the bend, It feels like the lion is grinding in the den The month is coming to an end when And I wish that the sorrows will go away The day is absorbed in its own horror And I wish for a better tomorrow When knowledge will clothe the face And wisdom will prevail over the race Remove the covers off your face and strike a deal before it is too late.