The Slave and the Vagabond
The slave worked hard, all day long.
The vagabond slept, all day long.
The slave died tired, broken, and in debt.
The vagabond died free, without regret.
Kingdom of God
as short as it seems,
goes by slowy
enough time to be great.
But if I stall
and let desire hold me fast,
my child will be born,
and it will be too late.
Love and Happiness
I am not happy.
I never have been.
I know what love is,
but I do not know what it is for.
This life I live
Has never brought satisfaction,
But I cannot stop
Myself from wanting more.
I don't like to party
I only like to chill.
People don't impress me
and they probably never will.
I know the sun will rise
When I'm down on luck.
No need to get excited
and go sniffing for a buck.
So mind your business buddy
and I'll stay tuned to mine.
You can build your kingdom
but I'm satisfied with time.
There are ways to be wild, without being woody.
As there are ways to be bad, without being goody.
The scenes in the mountains could be scenes in the mall.
It's just a matter of taste, and how you stare at it all.
Do not be ashamed to pick up that stogey,
just give it a brush, and it is no longer grodey.
And if you happen on a sandwich, that isn't quite done,
just make sure that nothing has crawled under the bun.
The same sun rises and sets in the city,
as it does in the mountains and the desert so pretty!
Marching On The Footsteps of Our Forefathers
Here we come.
Here we come.
The golden hue of a new beginning
is filling a poisoned horizon.
In flesh and steel we begin to stand.
So long ago,
our gods were forgotten.
We few have remembered and heard their commands.
Ones before us
unthreatened by fear,
refused and fought, suffered and died.
One gave his life
for a promise of freedom,
HIs people gave counsel to those who lied.
We were never free
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