I fear death but death does not fear me
I shed blood and blood was shed of me
I fear God and bow my head in shame, for
I feel no sympathy, in his silent gaze
The heavy burden in my heart
Fights for peace and freedom,
In this, my heart’s devout
I can’t free my soul knowing it’s on fire, so
I hold it hostage saying God’s quagmire
If all men stood up in their domain
And shot a bullet into each others’ flame
Till no one’s left to speak of these horrendous acts
God and Justice will be left to blame.
For man is hell and hell is found in man
Man finds no peace in his demands
There is no freedom when there are needs
To eat, find shelter and pay bills.
To stand guard over one and all
Means sleepless nights to fight the rogue
There is no peace in spoken words
And there’ll be no words in God’s house of repose.
And since we fear to set our spirit free
In hell we’ll live
Where there is no such thing, as
We'll still dream of a Higher Kingdoms’ open doors
To accept us as we are, in human form.
To forgive us all our stupid ways
And our means to get there, in soldier arrays.
A Lady's Life