4 August 2012
The white noise of anguish and pain Keeps me awake again and again! Why am I so in tune with what others are immune? Is it that I am connected to To the immorality of the world infected? Is it punishment for my wild abuse of younger years? That I feel others pain and cry their tears? From children torn in two by war, To those dying of disease and famine we all ignore.
Dear God my father if the tears you give me are from you and real Let me serve, that's my deal I am here and waiting for your call Just point the way I'll give my all I'll do my bit to protect and love I'll scoop the broken up with velvet glove.
And when you finally give me back to dust I'll take my place with him or you and wryly smile It's shit or bust!
Shit Or Bust! • Opuss № I