As the line of light grows on the horizon
and the kettle starts to heat,
morning and i have a moment alone;
away from exhaust pipes
and shrill ringing phones,
far from concrete sidewalks
and roads no longer leading to Rome
taking us further from the Truth,
leading us into tempation
and delivering us to the Evils waiting there...
Too many souls scrambling for the light,
working like Hell to find a piece of Heaven
only to lose their souls is not worth the fight
nor from sky will fall manna unleavened
What little control we have comes from within
we decide what path to take,
long before the journey begins
pick and choose, decide what is right
and what is your right
and live according your love
and you life will be set right....
(11-14-10)
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