mtrotter1

Salty Lilies

And truth hurts in the heart of a liar

Dressed in a prostitute\'s gold;

Salty lilies stain within the teeth

The harshness is of a feather

Behold the negative tendencies

Chasing down broken dreams

All across the boulevard they scream,

So where is the child with the golden teeth

Jumping on butterflies and holy things?

For salty lilies can kill a child

Bearing forth the souls of others...

Salty lilies make me squeam

The houses across the street have folded

Oh where is the heart\'s dying breath

When the world is squeaming again?

You solid souls of ruin,

You solid souls of treason...

Where is the money for the drugs you scheme?

Where are the lovers blue?

Patriotically, there is no loss; except words

For words fall upon deaf ears

All the time;

Descending slaves fall to these salty lilies

Battling racism and other demons

 

Erratically the politics don\'t come easy

As houses fall at the seams

Crushing the poor folks\' souls

And money don\'t give a damn about the poor,

For the poor lose...let them tell it

But these salty lilies make us feel lovely

I want to feel lovely all the time...

Behold the church that\'s falling apart as well

Behold the preacher that is dying

For the wise and the wicked fall every time

Jesus walks upon a hill;

Bear my cross, along with my soul

Bear my feet in the sky

For America is falling, deeper and deeper

Am I my brother\'s keeper?

No weapon formed against me shall prosper

For Jesus lays to rest my heart

And my heart is in spirit forevermore

Let the tears fall down from the sky

As salty lilies

Come to a close,

For my birthday is ruined by the masses

And hail to the masses...for they kill all

Is loneliness my only prerogative?

 

For the poor lose their soul

And the homeless die;

What is left for the empath here?

Take me to church, Jesus; for I need a prayer.

Incoherently, the masses feel the pain

Where is the soul food that gives us comfort?

His holy voice is all I hear,

Salty lilies are no more...

As drugs corrupt the earth, I stand still

My soul feels as if it\'s

Left in the field,

Of sugar and honey...I shall survive

Authentically I am alive;

For salty lilies are no good

They corrupt the soul, they corrupt the whole

Vast buildings run this place

Beware of the children, the children that scorn

For salty lilies have ruled the world

There is blood on my hands

And I know it is mine...

For I am healed from sinful flowers

For the devil and his possessions don\'t scare me

The streets are talking

For toxic woes are afloat.