My friend says his son wasn’t a bad kid.
Bad kids stole money from their mom’s purse.
Bad kids did hard drugs.
Bad kids had unprotected sex.
Bad kids always got into fights.
My friend's son only smoked a little grass.
He only painted a little graffiti.
He only drank a little beer.
He only crossed the white line just a little bit.
But that family is more than a little dead because of it.
How far can you go before your actions for good
plunge you into the world of bad
How long can your actions for the greater good
keep you on the good guy's side
Where do you draw the line?
At what point does your white light armor
fade to grey …
then eventually black
Where is the line between?
Can you see it?
or are you treading on faded dotted guides, weathered by the grey
How do you know?
Do you feel the tarnish of your actions
as you muddy your shield?
10.01.2020
Is life a lesson? Your soul's chance to find, whether you're hurtful? Or whether the you're kind? Whether you love? Or whether you hate? And whether your journey is destined by fate? Our minds are amazing, possibilities never end, some choose to use theirs purely for facts, while others prefer pretend. Where do you draw the line with dreams?- are they really real?- your spirits chance to wander, and allow your body to heal?- visits from loved ones, who have passed on, faces you've never seen, things you thought you'd never do, places you've never been. Life may be a mystery, but everyone's given a clue, what you choose to do with yours, is what makes you, you.
Where do you draw the line, a line that's not yours to draw
Standing there sipping the wine, all with one common flaw
With different DNA inside with a difference they can't see
The opposite of God is pride whereas the soul is not free
In the great numbers alone, man's greatest killing machine
Where the truth is unknown by being so well kept unseen
The mentality of the crowd, as they stand in line to vote
Oh the clanging of the proud repeating such a sour note
We will all meet our end but hopefully not as the unborn
The baby begins to bend and then eventually being torn
There is no poetic line in being so many people don't see
Drunk upon a wicked wine, you needn't pour one for me
I still recognize His Creation in so praising the Creator
A living hell in a once great nation, so in need of a cure
I can only pray, that all will see the truth of their hearts
Hoping they find God's Way before their own life departs
He's got the little bitty baby in his hands.
If I sleep by force then I won't know if I was painful or not.
Damn that coke was flat... Yuk!
You see.. I say things that know one takes seriously, not even the police
I have a mad man on my case and he won't let me be...
One glimpse and he is hooked, questioning, wondering, stalking
And I am alone, I sleep
I sleep by force
Move away, yes I can
Leave everything I worked hard for because of one man...
Death is death, by soul or the physical..
He began holding on after I let go...
I held on for 13 years, then no more
No trust, No care, yes I do believe there was love.... there was
When and where do you draw the line...
I went with my gut, and made to regrets
He see's he was wrong and I was ye thee innocent
I pray he stops, stops seeing me and just see someone
I pray that he go as far as to be disgusted of my sight
I would be so happy and no more frights
So I can sleep soundly and no more rings under my eyes
so let it be
LadyFi80
Nov 13 2013