The Fine Print Always Ruins That Glint of Hope- Part 2

It makes me think how pathetic I really am 
I can’t even remove myself from this bed
I remember how I use to watch the twilight paint the sky up red
Now I know I shouldn’t have swallowed everything I was fed
But I was just to naive to conceive where this path really led
And with so many men heaven must be full as well as hell
So I hope there is still room in the middle
I’ll wait here and twiddle my thumbs
And listen to the pitter-patter of rain as if it were tapping on drums
I’ll be singing until my lungs are sore 
Baby soon I’ll be hanging on heavens door
Until that day I’ll walk this maze which is the second floor
On late nights I drive down to the cathedral 
Sitting in my car aligned with my favorite star 

I observe through the rear vew mirror to see what I saw
Some call it a hall of worship others the home of God
I’ll admit I use to curse it but now I just study in all 
Brawling with my own thoughts 
Conjuring up some bravery I stumble into the hall of worship
And while kneeling one knee I start raising my voice to heaven
Calling upon the creator of me

I call upon thee 
I ask when did love come with a fee 
I am just a human being and I’m just trying to be human
I drink I sleep, I weep, I keep a porch light on 
So if my savior fails to reach me by dusk hopefully she’ll reach me by dawn
Today people speak of Scientology 
But I shall not put my faith in scheming men 
Nor shall I put my faith in priest do not believe in what they preach
Yet I do believe in a place we all strive to reach 
So please don’t preach nor teach of absent gods
Even in all my salvation I’m phasing through each day
I look at life like it’s a book I’ve already finished 
So I’ve put it on the shelf knowing how it ends gives me no help
Like a dog being beaten by his so called master I yelp in pain 
Please God make this life move a little faster
Save me before I go completely insane 
Now I know I’ve been a bastard
Like an old rusty caster on a mining cart I just squeak on by 
I shake my head and think this just wasn’t I had in mind

Copyright © William Hearn | Year Posted 2006

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