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Weak

I'm weak  But I didn't know how much  Everyone has some weakness  I have a fair share of it  How could I imagine  That I could be so weak  That requires you to die 
I'm poor  But I didn't know how much  I never beg for food Times  I feel empty inside  I don't have all I want  But why should someone die  As a ransom for my sins 
I'm lost  Clueless of what's to come  What's my life's purpose?  Who knows the future anyway  But why should the King of Heaven  Disrobe himself of his glory  And come calling me home

Make it easy

Take me back

I was raised in a small town
A few thousand people
And nothing much is going on
I go to school with friends
Play football after class
There are no computers or cellphones
Only a black and white TV we have
Early to bed early to rise

Simple pleasures, days of innocence
When the spirit can breathe free
Close my eyes and take me back
To live those days once more

Now I live in the city
Life has been good
I have all that I need
I go to the movies on weekends
Made a lot of friends online
There's a world out there brother
But when I get the blues in the fast lane
I still miss the good old days

Simple pleasures, days of innocence
When the spirit can breathe free
Close my eyes and take me back
To live those days once more

No, not this way

A fictitious conversation