Exiled
Posted: August 31st, 2006, 11:22 am
Exiled
relegated to the heap pile
burning passion
smoldering to dust
and blown away
I thought may be
in one of my more foolish moments
that I could turn the tide
no need to drown
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never take their voice
never silence them
all seekers
trying to fit in
somewhere
anywhere
if in humble prayer
self righteous rage
or bleeding passion
God were to turn his back on you
close the door
refuse to listen
hope would lose all reason
chance to change why bother
no one cares to listen
have you never raged
hell's fury bent toward
some strongly held position
or just to free
some pieces of your mind
long held in check
just needing
somewhere
someone to see
the desperation
or just to satisfy
yourself at least
at least you said
my God my God
how horrible the loss
when every time
a reaching hand
a sorrowed voice
falls flat against
the hollow wall
of faces bland
and dispositions high and mighty glare
why speak
your purposes your presentations
lost beneath the heapings
of the better thans
you are suspect
you have black intentions
and oh the awful
how-dare-yous so cold
when all you thought to do
was speak your mind
and no it may not be a pretty picture
not every one has walked in gardens bright
why take their voice
refuse to listen
sometimes it's all they've got
please give them that
relegated to the heap pile
burning passion
smoldering to dust
and blown away
I thought may be
in one of my more foolish moments
that I could turn the tide
no need to drown
--------------------------------------------------------
never take their voice
never silence them
all seekers
trying to fit in
somewhere
anywhere
if in humble prayer
self righteous rage
or bleeding passion
God were to turn his back on you
close the door
refuse to listen
hope would lose all reason
chance to change why bother
no one cares to listen
have you never raged
hell's fury bent toward
some strongly held position
or just to free
some pieces of your mind
long held in check
just needing
somewhere
someone to see
the desperation
or just to satisfy
yourself at least
at least you said
my God my God
how horrible the loss
when every time
a reaching hand
a sorrowed voice
falls flat against
the hollow wall
of faces bland
and dispositions high and mighty glare
why speak
your purposes your presentations
lost beneath the heapings
of the better thans
you are suspect
you have black intentions
and oh the awful
how-dare-yous so cold
when all you thought to do
was speak your mind
and no it may not be a pretty picture
not every one has walked in gardens bright
why take their voice
refuse to listen
sometimes it's all they've got
please give them that