Work in Progress
So many hearts need relieving
So many people out here grieving
Grand divide between kindness and greed
Between desire and need
Need a Savior to save us
A prayer to save us
Can’t hear cause no one’s respected
Volume loud so we’ve disconnected
Static coming from all directions, need some stable directions
Who’s really directing?
If I died today who’d record my number
Society still in a slumber
Everybody looking out for selves
Good Book fell behind shelves
But they say, Bump yo’ feelings
Cause it’s all about freedom
Really need God’s Kingdom
And nobody’s listening, just noise and tension
Can’t stay woke enough to pay attention
Can I get your attention?
Short distance between evil and good
Who’s really the villain? Who’s friend or foe?
Tell me how you really really feeling though.
Will I remain misunderstood?
Will you stay up to no good?
Folks out here dying and becoming numbers,
But bump your feelings,
Cause this is the territory of freeness, and freedom
And our toe tags say defiance
When did we get so defiant?
Can’t even cry no more
Have to cry quietly in my heart
Angels flapping their wings to a soul-less crowd
But bump yo’ feelings, or get a cardiectomy
Just because we have opposing opinions
And yours is right
And theirs is right
And mine is whatever you say it is
No matter the logic,
No matter the consequences,
No matter the souls who mattered to someone
Who mattered before they became numbers
When they were mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers
And for what?