Junkman

[GodModule]

Junkman

"care not for the men who wonder
straw that broke your back, you're under
cast all them aside who care
empty eyes and deadened stare"
-staley

and I pray for God to send his love
as the sanguine sun gets lost above.
He asked me frankly: tired or sick?
Searched my soul but couldn't pick.

Oh, drooping eyes and nodding heads
like wilted flowers in sunken beds.
Anointed soil, a gift from God
to keep the sickman standing strong.

Lonesome man, strangest land;
Caged up beast the world has damned.
But I don't need no other man
to help me through forsaken lands,
and I don't need no girl to free
the deepest part that lies in me.
No, I don't need no one to see.
I'm just fine with God in me.

Within the blood that holds my veins,
my God is there. I'm not ashamed.

[Lightning Rod]

bust a move GM
I can hear this

[Doreen Peri]

classic poetry

excellent!

[sweetwater]

musician