Thought

Lights off and it's cold as the old Fox.../ Those white walls and a door feel quite alot like Fort Knox. / I got a window the height of my hand to look out/ And if someone notices, it does (them) No good the urge to shout./ All my days add up to a landfill of waste./ A low budget constructed symphony of my life in the make./ My direction is changing, slowly to nowhere;/ Forward I crawl at a ready-made pace./ Forget suits, I'm drobed up and dressed in blue.../ And for the time being, nothing's (else) improved./ Except for faith, that's my escape.../ My spirit-man's getting stronger/ (He's) about to break (****)./ No longer do I feel like I am a goner,/ Feel like I'll make it./ Feel like the words in my heart come from the heart of him./ And by him, I do mean God/ Indeed I am a part of him./ So may I sleep cool, peaceful & calmly/ While the Lord places my dreams within an arms reach./ When I was bombed out, had nothing left to give,/ He picked me up and gave me the gift of angels wings./ Now lights on and it's warmer than a summers breeze./ These white walls turn to clouds that come forth endlessly./ I got the Windows to my soul that are now opened wide,/ And if you notice me, you'll see that God's love and only the strong survive./