The Folly of Man

The Folly of Man Into that great abyss we speak fortunes, wants and frustrations Seeking that witch can only give us solace to that that never bothers. A million prayers go out into the night with fear and supplications Only one eye open, and that half seeing the plan that is our fathers. We glean the fields of a present day pasture seeing naught but the road ahead Never looking sideways, to that wich could be. Or back to what has passed It is the Folly of Man that keeps us building this world from the blood of the dead Where brick, tile and steel, are forever the molds from witch our children are cast We need to move forward to a simpler time where things are not complex When profit does not reign as the bottom line and the dollar is not our savior To strive for a life where we live freely, without regard to color or sex When hungry children can catch the breath and hate isn’t normal behavior When a gift is again just a gift, and no longer requires an equal requital, And a compliment given to another isn’t for a personal gain. When justice is sought and given, and no guilty takes home and acquittal And the innocent can live their lives without feeling unwarranted pain So look to the instructions that he left us, that those, his chosen have penned, And wander not where you road will lead you, or what your destiny really is This world we know is fleeting and into eternity we must all ascend For never has there been a more apparent truth, that all of this is really His.